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La 7ª película de 'Scream' resucita a Matthew Lillard

Autor : Bella Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

Matthew Lillard regresa para Scream 7

Deadline informa que Matthew Lillard, el memorable antagonista Stuart "Stu" Macher del original de 1996 Scream , protagonizará Scream 7 .

Esta noticia tiene a los fanáticos que especulan sobre el papel de Lillard, dada la desaparición de Stu en la primera película. ¿Reprisará su personaje icónico o se adquirirá uno nuevo? El propio Lillard insinuó su participación en una publicación de Instagram (incrustada a continuación).

El regreso de Lillard lo reúne con Neve Campbell (repitiendo su papel de Sidney Prescott) y Courteney Cox en Scream 7 . Otros miembros del reparto que regresa incluyen a Scott Foley, Mason Gooding y Jasmin Savoy Brown.

La producción de la película ha enfrentado obstáculos significativos. Melissa Barrera fue despedida del proyecto en noviembre de 2023 después de las publicaciones en las redes sociales, y Jenna Ortega también partió, dejando a las hermanas carpinteras ausentes de la secuela. El director Christopher Landon también dejó el proyecto en diciembre de 2023, citando una experiencia difícil. Kevin Williamson, escritor del original Scream , Scream 2 y Scream 4 , desde entonces se ha hecho cargo de las tareas de dirección.

Radio Silence, el dúo de dirección detrás de Scream y Scream 6 , anunció su desviación del papel de director en agosto de 2023, pero sigue siendo como productores ejecutivos. Guy Busick, coguionista de las dos películas anteriores, está volviendo a escribir el guión para Scream 7 .

  • Scream 7* está programado para su lanzamiento en los cines el 27 de febrero de 2026.

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