By David Fear As any fan of the Scream franchise will tell you, it’s a tradition to kick each movie off with a self-contained preamble. Scream 7 is no different. Really, why would it be? Horror-movie series thrive on familiarity, tweaked just enough to stave off contempt but similar enough to push the same thrill-seeking buttons. The only thing that’s changed is we’re back to using Arabic instead of Roman numerals in the title again. You expect to see Ghostface, the slasher-flick hall-of-famer with the iconic mask, off a few unlucky youngsters before the credits. Gotta give the people what they want. This time, it’s a couple in their twenties, played by American Vandal‘s Jimmy Tatro and Landman‘s Michelle Randolph, traveling to an Air BnB. Not just any Air BnB, however — this one’s a replica of the old Prescott house, designed as an immersive experience for true-crime tourists. Check out the kitchen, where Amber Freeman once caught fire.…