You can say this about Scream Queens: It has some nice killings.
When he first announced his stunt-like parody of films that splash college girls in blood and make them unsuccessfully beg for their lives, co-creator Ryan Murphy promised a death in every episode. Given that the cast list alone was engineered for max WTF-will-happen hype—among the members are American Horror Story mean girl Emma Roberts, pop stars Ariana Grande and Nick Jonas, less-little Miss Sunshine Abigail Breslin, Gleek goddess Lea Michele, and iconic scream queen Jamie Lee Curtis—this was quite a promise. He overdelivers on it in the two-hour premiere by a factor of ... well, I shouldn’t say.
I also shouldn’t say exactly in what manner people meet their fates on Scream Queens, because the deranged creativity of the slayings make for perhaps its only real horror/joy. There are a few moments of exquisite gross-out, preceded by a feeling of “they’re not really going to show this, are they?”—and then splat, or slash, or vrrrrrrr as the camera holds steady. Even more memorable is one of the more popular cast member’s relatively ungory death scene that involves an SNL-like farce about Millennials and technology. The only warning I’ll offer about the specifics of the pilot’s violence is that Murphy and co-creators Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan seem obsessed with the idea of skin as liquefiable. Excited?