Dream Child’s story features
survivors Alice and Dan, last seen fighting Freddy in
The Dream Master, as they go about having a baby. Because it’s a
Nightmare film, Freddy has other ideas
and wants to possess the baby to manifest himself in the real world. One of the
less successful tendencies in the series is the trope of Freddy trying to come over
to the real world. Freddy’s strengths and hypnotic fear over others is at its
strongest in the dream world, and it’s when the series (which isn’t called
Nightmare for nothing) is at its
strongest. The film has some strengths in continuity of returning characters
(the supportive relationship between Alice and her father is rare for a
franchise that essentially either ignores or despises parents), there are some
secondary characters who are more than just teenage fodder, and there are a
couple of interesting Freddy encounters. But Dream Child is something closer to
a David Lynch film (
not a compliment),
in its logic- or lack thereof. Watching Freddy try to convince a 5 year old
(who hasn’t actually been born yet) why it would be a good idea to be born as
him is a head scratcher, and similar to every other horror franchise, Freddy’s
backstory (or rather his mother’s) isn’t that interesting. The film also misses
the kinetic explosiveness of pt.4’s Renny Harlin for the action scenes, but
it’s the confusing execution that ranks this installment where it lies.
The first film in this list to possess a goofy coherence, and the most
interesting film of the series. Mind you, that point of interest is not in its
story about Freddy trying to possess male teenager Jesse so that he can roam
about freely in the real world for victims- but for its
rampant homophobia. For decades, writer David Chaskin claimed that
any allusions regarding the film’s gay subtext were purely coincidental (which
the film’s star, Mark Patton, himself gay, denied), however in 2010 Chaskin
finally confessed that homophobia of the era in which he wrote the film (1985)
did impact the story. Truth bomb ignited, this is a film about a young man who
seems very confused about his relationship with his girlfriend, Lisa, and would
rather spend time with his best friend, Ron (which Lisa guilts him about).
Eventually, after some scenes of a gym teacher wearing a leather vest being whipped,
a monster comes out of
the closet Jesse to wreak havoc on society, and
the only thing that can save the world is Jesse and Lisa’s love for each other.
In a climate leaning more towards political correctness and tolerance, it’s
problematic. Although the film’s trio of protagonists were an acting upgrade
from the original film, the film itself was rushed into production after the
original’s success, and Freddy can be borderline comical when seen in the real
world. The film’s attempts to ape films like
Carrie fall flat and feel cheap. The film’s most lasting legacy in
the Nightmare mythology may be that all the things that made it unique were
never replicated again, which is saying something for a slasher franchise that towards
the end of its heyday was running on fumes.
Entering into the middle tier of the franchise, after 7
Nightmare on Elm Street films, and 10
Friday the 13 films, it was pretty clear that there
existed a market for a team up of the sadistic nightmare imagery of Freddy
Krueger with the straight ahead hillbilly macabre of Jason Voorhees. But be careful
what you wish for- similar to Freddy tricking Jason into reanimation before
realizing Jason wants all the teenagers for himself, viewers have to reconcile
that watching a quipping maniac endlessly shank an unkillable zombie hick to
aggro guitar riffs isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The ultimate dork fantasy
concept brings into focus a lack of anyone not existing in a paranormal state
actually being that interesting, and while it’s somewhat fun to watch Freddy
toy with my least favourite horror villain of all time, the thrills (and glow
stick covered rapists at corn field raves) run out of steam pretty quick.
Featuring the best art direction and action sequences of the franchise,
director Renny Harlin (later of
Die Hard
2 and
Cliffhanger fame) made what
some refer to as the MTV version of
Nightmare.
Main character Alice (along with supportive boyfriend and father), finds that
she has the power to absorb deceased character’s abilities in the dream world,
leading to an empowering “Final Girl” showdown with Freddy (after perhaps the
first horror movie suiting up montage). The film also features the best
bloodless nightmare concept in the franchise, that of a time loop that
characters can’t escape when trying to rescue their vulnerable friends- villain
Robert Englund even claimed it was his favourite scene in the series. But from
the moment Freddy is brought back to life by a dog named Jason’s fiery urine, right
to the end credits where Freddy raps, this is a very silly film. Continuing the
theme introduced in
Dream Warriors of
Freddy dispatching his victims according to their fears, for better or worse
this has the most high school vibes of the franchise, and Dream Master was the
first sign that the studio’s concept of Freddy was starting to grow stale.
New Line decided to reboot the franchise, following the majority of the
first film’s plot with new actors and a slicker look. In some ways, it’s an
improvement. Better when it comes to how Freddy sounds (think nightmare James
Maynard Keenan in full out Puscifer mode), and Rooney Mara in the iconic role
of Nancy is a serious upgrade over Heather Langenkamp’s previous trio of protestations.
But despite more updated effects, slicker doesn’t mean better- and the decision
to make Freddy’s burnt face more medically accurate leads to an aesthetic that
resembles Grig from
The Last Starfighter.
The film’s attempts to be more scientific regarding explaining sleep
deprivation couldn’t change the fact that the film can’t overpower the
original’s shadowy and awkward grubbiness- leading to the feeling that it’s
already been done before. And the decision to change the storyline to the
film’s protagonists actually
being
Freddy’s real world victims, means the film ignores the questions that arise
when the protagonists have to account for childhoods their misguided parents
have tried to erase, and non existent memories that they somehow have fully
repressed. It’s an odd choice that compounds an uninspired film, and it serves
as a forceful reminder of why the mysterious original is so special in the
first place.
Entering into the top tier of the franchise,
Dream Warriors features a wealth of talent. Wisely disregarding the
pratfalls suffered from the “pray the gay away” first sequel of the series, it
returns to the foundations set forth in the original. Introducing future Oscar
Best Actress winner Patricia Arquette, who’s character of Kristen has the
ability to pull people into her dreams, she ends up in a psychiatric hospital
with other nightmare suffering teens (and a kind orderly by the name of Larry
Fishburne). Series hero Heather Langenkamp returns as Nancy, this time as a
dream psychologist, and the group bands together in combatting Freddy to
develop abilities that they may not have in the real world, but can use in the
dream world. While the film amps up its protagonists’ powers, the same can be
said for Freddy, who introduces the nasty idea of dispatching his victims
according to their worst fears- sometimes with a quip. Depending on your point
of view, it really is the best sequel in the franchise (
New Nightmare isn’t so much a sequel as a reimagining of the
original).
Dream Warriors returns to the
original film’s context, and expands upon its ideas and characters while
introducing new ones (some of them you really cheer for). To be honest, the
only thing keeping it from being higher up on the list, is the story wrestles
with if it wants to promote either Freddy, the star of a slasher movie (this is
the first film in which he starts to lose his quiet menace in favour of
becoming a stand up comedian), or its protagonists, who for a horror film have
an unusual amount of character definition and camaraderie. It leads to some
truly sad and defeatist deaths, almost a type of poor man’s
Game of Thrones. That, and the return of
some atrocious acting (this is also the first film in the franchise to feature
a Bill Maher lookalike, but not the last for those of you interested in
drinking games), and clumsy direction by Chuck Russell, is what keeps this
installment from essentially being
The
Breakfast Club meets a hybrid of
The
Matrix and
Inception. It
could have been that solid- perhaps if
Dream Master’s director Renny Harlin had
made it instead?
Taking place in the “real world”, Wes Craven’s reimagining of the
Nightmare on Elm Street creates a meta
film that seeks to reestablish Freddy Krueger’s mythology, re positioning Freddy
from merely a character existing in a series of fictional horror films, into an
evil that seeks to manifest itself in reality. Frustrated with the franchise’s
increasingly incoherent attempts (see the list above) to play up Freddy’s hammy
tendencies while dumbing down the Elm Street mythos, Craven had a number of the
franchise’s more iconic actors play themselves, from series hero Heather
Langenkamp, ultra villain regular Robert Englund, to New Line producer Robert
Shayes, and of course Craven himself. Upping the meta factor, Craven’s
character even checks in periodically throughout the film to update the
characters about his progress on the script that we are currently watching.
While the meta proves interesting, there are 2 new wrinkles. Freddy is given a
makeover, looking more sinister and organic, while keeping the quipping to a minimum,
which is welcome after so much high key stand up comedy in previous films. The
other, is a welcome character addition to Heather’s fictional character of
herself- that of her as a wife and mother. As mentioned before, when it comes
to protecting their children, the adults depicted in the series typically range
from indifferent to just destructive, so to watch Langenkamp confront what
doesn’t feel is possible, and try to not be a co-conspirator to the villain’s
attempts on her family is a welcome development. The film’s special effects can
come across as modest, but the spark of inspiration in scenes involving
phenomenon such as zero gravity, so vital in the original film, comes through.
The original’s LOL dialogue at times can also return, dampening the fun, and by
the film’s conclusion, the reality of fighting Freddy in some boiler room from
hell had become a fantastic slog, but
New
Nightmare is a welcome addition to a overworked franchise. While the film
did not do well at the box office, it would come to serve as the blueprint for
Craven’s
other successful horror
franchise, the ultra meta
Scream. A mostly
rousing return to form who’s impact would be skewered afterwards by a low
concept smash up and uninspired reboot.
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