Pranzo Oltranzista
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A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise
It is interesting to me how almost all of the best horror movies have low body counts. Real horror occurs where death (and, by extension, life) is important. Which brings us to teen horror, a large sub-genre of horror movies, that has flourished now for roughly forty years. While slasher flick franchises are sometimes criticized as appealing to the simple-minded, that seems ungenerous to me. Their appeal is more to an audience that lacks life experience--in other words, adolescents. Seeing great hordes of their generational cohorts creatively tortured and murdered is still fun in movies where simple logic seldom applies and where every adult is a hopeless, mean-spirited, and, most tellingly, utterly clueless blockhead. In a grotesque way, teen horror is the equivalent of YA literature--adults enter at their own risk and should tread gently as this stuff isn't for us.
So despite these provisos, I have always had a soft spot for A Nightmare on Elm Street's franchise. What separates it from its early competition, the Halloween and Friday, the 13th franchises, and more recent entries like the Final Destination series, is the brilliance of its premise: dead child killer Freddy Kruger can inhabit the dreams of the children whose parents in the community were responsible for his execution. Sharing the same dream with somebody else is a great horror idea, the very thought chilling. And what is more frightening than a nightmare to begin with, something which we have all experienced. This is the stuff of genuine horror, a trope with endless potential.
Re-watching the first A Nightmare on Elm Street, the movie stood up pretty well. There were a couple of bumps that I glossed over in my memory that stood out, though. Freddy has yet to develop much personality and he seems to be able to exist in reality on rare occasions as well as dreams. That flaw was airbrushed out of the sequels without ever offering an explanation. Freddy becomes thoroughly a dream figure with real life consequences in subsequent instalments, a very good change, but the mechanics of even that are kept pretty fuzzy throughout the franchise. Likewise, your best friends die, you go to their funeral, and that's that--they are discarded as mere plot devices rather than mourned. The movie has its bites but they heal too quickly. But, again, the story is such a page turner that these flaws are hardly worth mentioning in terms of the movie's overall effect.
The immediate sequel Freddy's Revenge is awful, although Freddy gets to develop his way with a good one-liner a bit more and the dream sequences are becoming more elaborate. But the two young stars are embarrassingly bad--Heather Langenkamp is bad in the original but Mark Patton and Kim Myers are unbearably amateurish in this one, really hard to watch. I thought initially Kim Myers was a young Meryl Streep as she is the spitting image in some early shots. It took about two minutes of watching her to realize my error, maybe less. Writer/director Wes Craven wasn't involved in the is one and it showed.
Craven is involved as writer in the next sequel Dream Warriors, which may actually be the best movie of the original lot, as it gets away from its constricted suburban setting and takes place mostly in an asylum. Plus, Freddy has become the ghoul of choice, played to a tee by Robert Englund who has a gift for combining malevolence with glee but stopping just short of self-parody (well, usually stopping short). Plus, the dream sequences are now becoming very imaginative and inventive. Next up The Dream Master got bombed critically but I really enjoyed it, possibly because it has a heroine who actually can act, Lisa Wilcox, who alone takes the movie to a different level than the past instalments. Craven is not involved but the movie has spirit and imagination.
I skipped the last two instalments and on a whim picked up Wes Craven's New Nightmare, and I certainly wasn't expecting what I got: a brilliantly self-referential Nightmare starring Wes Craven, Robert Englund John Sexton, and the original Nancy, Heather Langenkamp, as themselves. It seems that real life Heather is finding that playing a heroine in a horror franchise is affecting not only herself but her son who is beginning to have some terrible nightmares. This movie works on so many levels largely because Craven plays the material absolutely straight and not for laughs with the result that this might be the best pure horror movie in the entire franchise. I don't know what shocked me more, the brilliance of the idea and its execution or the fact that Langenkamp had actually learned to act and was very good here.
I may or may not pick up the later instalments although I suspect it is downhill from here, but overall my binge watching of these films was a lot of fun.
Sidenote: for anyone wishing to see this shared dream premise executed in wildly different form, pick up Ingmar Bergman's Hour of the Wolf and Ildiko Enyeti's fairly recent On Body and Soul.
I think the drop starts at part 4, and at part 6 it's atrocious. Agreed that 1 and 7 are way above the rest (and I agree with everything about part 7), but I am one of the few who have a soft spot for part 2!