Saturday, May 8, 2010

Dream a little dream of me...

Sometimes, you have to love something for what it is. And that's why I loved the new A Nightmare on Elm Street.

Yes, you'll be distracted by the terrible acting of all the 25-year-olds pretending to be teenagers. Yes, if you've seen the original, you know how everything pans out for the poor kids. But, Jackie Earle Healy is just so awesome as Freddy. His growling voice playfully turning every line into a wink at the audience.

Freddy's here, let him entertain you.

There are jumps a plenty- and isn't that what you want? Even while you're laughing at the would-be thespians while they telegraph every plot twist like a clumsy boxer, you're on the edge of your seat. The gore is fantastic. I didn't think a Freddy flick could get any bloodier than they already were, but CGI creates a splatter we could have only imagined before.

This film focuses more on the story of Freddy. It even delves a little into the science of sleep deprivation and how it can drive you crazy, make you hallucinate, and even kill you. But all of this is the inconsequential cake of the film. The fans are only interested in licking off the violent icing.

Since the original was so truly original, any reboot that aimed to be a better film would have missed the mark and we'd have another Clash of the Titans on our hands. Nightmare hits it's target audience like Freddy's glove slices his victims: Effectively. It was made to be a popcorn slasher film. And because I haven't seen an honest-to-goodness popcorn slasher film in so long, I can truly appreciate that.

It doesn't take itself seriously, it doesn't try to be a heady thriller, it's the model of self-awareness and acceptance.

Welcome back, Freddy. You haven't lost your touch.

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