I really liked Netflix’s Fear Street Part 1: 1994 (2021) primarily because it was designed as a trilogy from the start, a risk traditional studios don’t often make (because when you’re basing whether or not a sequel comes about on the profitability of the movie before it it’s a really dangerous – and dumb, unless you’re James Cameron – thing to do. A more recent example is Warner Bros. throwing money at Zach Snyder to chart the course of the DCEU – despite the underwhelming performance and devisive nature of the films he continued to produce).
One of my many bête noir are movies that try to cram four or five hours of movie in two (and speaking of the DCEU, Aquaman (2018) is notorious for this, making it almost unwatchable for me despite Black Manta being one of my favorite super villains).
Fear Street, being created from the outset as a trilogy, avoids this.
And keep in mind that Fear Street is based on the writings of R.L. Stine, which is to say that if you’re considering watching for the gore, there’s not much to be found (there’s a particularly innovative death in the movie though hardly worth watching the movie if that’s your thing).
Though if you’re interested in a story that’s mostly well-told, then you might want to consider spending some time on Fear Street.