Directed by Chuck Russell. Written by Russell, Wes Craven, Frank Darabont and Bruce Wagner. Starring Robert Englund, Heather Langenkamp, Patricia Arquette, Rodney Eastman, Ken Sagoes, Jennifer Rubin, Craig Wasson, Priscilla Pointer, Laurence Fishburne and John Saxon.
Plot: Nancy’s back and she’s helping a group of kids in Weston Hills survive Freddy.
The movie opens with a nice little quote by Edgar Allan Poe: “Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them.”
Kristen (Arquette) has a nightmare and ends up cut so they put her into the now infamous, Weston Hills, because they think she did it to herself. Nancy Thompson (Langenkamp) gets a job working at Weston Hills and finds out that all the teenage patients there are having Freddy dreams, but the main doctor, Dr. Simms (Pointer), believes it’s a “shared delusion”. A shared delusion! Crazy.
Anyway, Kristen has another dream and somehow pulls Nancy into it. It turns out to be her “dream power”. All the kids have different dream powers. (FYI – if I had a dream power it’d be telekinesis and DJ’s would be immovability, like the Juggernaut from Marvel comics.) The calculating Dr. Simms won’t believe them though (about the dreams or the powers) and so she won’t go along with Nancy wanting to prescribe them Hypnocil, a dream suppressant. So, Freddy starts to kill them one by one.
In this story, Nancy has help defeating Freddy from an actual good doctor, Dr. Gordon (Wasson). But there’s an unbelievable storyline twist in that they have to go and find Freddy’s bones so that they can bury him properly. If he’s buried properly then he can’t hurt the children anymore. It’s really a trainwreck of a movie. The Freddy skeleton is horrible. It’s a corny film. But there are some good aspects.
The acting is good on the part of most everybody. The innovation is great. Jumpscares are there as per usual. And you get boob shoots, too. While it doesn’t maintain a high score, it’s good for a showing. I mean, Freddy’s an icon. He’s just a lot scarier when you’re little.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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