Oh unholy demons from the depths of the underworld (whom I refer to frequently), I can understand the Black Plague, AIDS, and even Regis Philbin, but why the fuck have you cursed us with such a TRAGEDY of the cinema as this? I mean jeez, it's downright excrement! Well, here goes: Some dork named Jesse (who screams like a girl, listens to shitty music, and dresses like a fag) and his family (not important) move into the ol' Freddy homestead. Jesse finds himself being plagued by the usual "new kid" problems. He's unliked by his gym coach, he can't score, Jocks hassle him daily, and a bum in a dirty sweater is invading his dreams. I never needed to worry about Jocks in school, because I devoured their souls, scrumped their girlfriends, wiped my ass with their Nike gear, and drank all their Gatorade long before they could provide any real annoyance. So, anyway, this dork Jesse is being recruited by Freddy to be his minion, though I haven't the slightest notion why he doesn't just off the little fuckpod. Freddy somehow uses the little cunt rag as a vessel into our physical realm, where he kills a couple people and then is defeated by true love when he attempts to posses Jesse's mind. Boy Freddy, you're a real puss! I did like the spontaneous combustion of the canary, but I can't see how Krueger became a symbol of Americana after this steaming load. I just lost all my respect for Mr. Krueger. You can sleep easy after this one, goodnight !

Sequels: A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 3: DREAM WARRIORS, A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 4: THE DREAM MASTER, A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 5: THE DREAM CHILD, FREDDY'S DEAD: THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

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