Freddy Krueger (Jackie Earle Haley) returns in A Nightmare On Elm Street, a contemporary re-imagining of a horror classic.
A group of suburban teenagers share one common bond: they are all being stalked by Freddy Krueger, a horribly disfigured killer who hunts them in their dreams. As long as they stay awake, they can protect one another… but when they sleep, there is no escape.
I’m going to use my guest blogger space and do something most wouldn’t – I’m going to date myself. I’m old enough to have seen most of the original Friday the 13th films on VHS. As such, my interest in horror is encapsulated to that time period – sorry kids, I’m not down with the Saws and Hostels and other movies premised on human cruelty that layer on special effects just for the sake of being gross. I just can’t stomach it. But 80′s cheese I totally dig. Thus begins my review.
What’s essentially the eleventh installment of the limitless sequels in the classic 80′s slasher flick institution, Michael Bay’s adaptation is a retelling of the tragic tale of half-witted teens that just won’t let troubled Jason Voorhees live in peace. This movie is actually a great date or party movie; you’ll honestly laugh more than you scream – which is entirely the point of throwback films like this. And one that’s achieved brilliantly.
The movie goes vintage 80′s with a healthy dose of T&A – every female character, save two, gets topless at some point. The dialogue is excessively profane – each third word is an s- or an f-bomb. And yes, the film didn’t forget to include another constant of the old school fright flick: the token black guy who’s more cunning and “slippery like that” (his words, not mine) that his contemporaries…but he still gets his.
Jason Voorhees has seen a lot of pain in his life. First he almost drowned at Camp Crystal Lake, then his mom was killed there, and now he’s back to continue her job. The new Friday The 13th movie looks like it will be very cool if only because it’s going back to basics, taking us back to where the story started. Not Manhattan. Not space. Not the future. Crystal Lake. Fans behold: the first trailer.