We made it about halfway through.
Steven did not enjoy the movie, and when I suggested we finish it up the next morning, was less than enthusiastic. He probably never watched a horror movie with me again.
But I was really impressed with it. Like every unbalanced child of my generation, I became somewhat fixated on Freddy Krueger and his seemingly-endless series of slasher films (I had a big "Freddy's Revenge" poster on my bedroom wall that I would always avoid looking at late at night). That was my first exposure to a Wes Craven film, though I vaguely recall wanting to see SWAMP THING when it came out.
In 1996, I saw SCREAM with my roommate John. It took a while for me to embrace it like the people around me did, but when I did, I recognized it as a love letter to my favorite genre, and I thought, "This is what I should be/could be writing." I probably loved SCREAM 2 more than the first one, also seeing that with John (on opening night).
Well, Wes Craven died this week, of brain cancer. He was seventy-six, which sort of amazes me.