You wake up in the middle of the night, panting, sweating and with your heart racing. Phew! Its ok, it was just a nightmare. You have a scary dream, you wake up. What if you can’t and the nightmare puts you to sleep…forever?
Those are the kind of nightmares the teenagers have on Elm Street. They are constantly tormented by the same man. Fedora hat: check, striped sweater: check, burnt face and blades for fingers: aaaaargh! His name is Freddy and his agenda is murder.
As their number starts decreasing the teenagers realize they are all having the same dream! Afraid to go to sleep lest they die, they try to figure out the reason behind the dreadful nightmares about a forgotten past and bloodthirsty gardener.
Discoveries uncover painful memories where Freddy molested them as kids and he is back to avenge his mysterious death. The only escape is to succumb to slumber and fight it out.
To term this as a horror would be an overstatement. The movie is mildly thrilling in all its ‘gory’. Freddy’s voice fails to haunt and the dialogues don’t help in reinstating the creepy status. In fact there is hardly any screen time dedicated to him, with the focus on the kids.
That angle could have also been explored more by hinting that maybe Freddy was a figment of imagination. A psychological effect of being molested as children. Would have been interesting. Even the end fails to impress, its neither here nor there.
I did not lose any sleep after A Nightmare on Elm Street, and slept as soundly as a baby.
Contributed by Raashi Malhotra