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Saturday, September 10, 2011

INEPT HORROR MOVIE PARENTS: Nightmare on Elm Street Edition


It takes a village to raise a child, or to allow all minors within city limits to be systematically murdered in their own homes. As we learn in Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare, that’s exactly what happens to Springwood, home of Freddy Krueger and eight-time recipient of the Casey Anthony Award for Crappy Parenting. When your entire suburb turns into a childless husk of a town, and the last remaining residents are Roseanne and Tom Arnold, then you know something went wrong.

This is not a picture from The Stupids.

While the entire town is uniformly awful, special recognition must be given to Mrs. Parker, who spent two sequels ignoring her daughter Kristen’s frantic pleas for help. Like most parents in the Nightmare on Elm Street series, Mrs. Parker doesn’t realize that her only child is having dreams that are somehow related to that one guy she helped murder once. She just thinks that her daughter is going through a normal teenage phase. So when she notices that her daughter is staying up late, taking lots of meds, and making Popsicle stick houses just for the hell of it, she puts her foot down and does what any worried adult would do.
 
That’s it! You’re committed!

At this point in the franchise, that might be considered good parenting. Lock your kid in an asylum as far away from Elm Street as possible and they might not wake up dead. It makes sense on paper, but in actuality, most of Kristen’s fellow patients end up being horribly murdered.

Or profoundly embarrassed. And THEN horribly murdered.

Rather than take the hint that Kristen might be telling the truth, Mrs. Parker ignores all the clues and horrible murders and invites her daughter to come back home. The nightmares go away, but then they come back because it’s a new sequel. This would be the perfect time for Mrs. Parker to redeem herself. Now she can finalize realize that the guy she kind of killed has come back to murder her daughter a lot. She can take her daughter and move to another town where they can be safe. And that’s exactly what she does.


Except the total opposite. She secretly feeds Kristen a bunch of sleeping pills against her wishes and watches in amazement when she, surprise surprise, gets horribly murdered. When your only child’s last words are “Mother, you just murdered me,” and she means it in a literal sense, you know you’ve made some poor decisions.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

FREDDY'S DEAD AND MISSING

Sad news, guys. I was all geared up and ready to review Freddy in 3D…


…until I realized that my Nightmare on Elm Street box set has gone missing. I am seriously bummed. All together, I’ve lost three and a half of my fifty favorite films. (One of these days I’m going to make a chart of favorite films, just so that I can lose all credibility whatsoever.)

I’ll probably find it, of course… Unless some hockey goalie snuck into my living room and stole it, along with any stray Michael Myers memorabilia.

Like this beautiful thing.

I’m sorry. I’m distraught. And when I get distraught, I ramble and make fun of Michael Myers memorabilia.

Seriously. Damn.

So there will be no Freddy Krueger review today. My apologies. Instead, let’s just gaze at this for a few minutes:


Okay. All better?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Frederick Krueger, Esquire

Hellooooooooooo.

I have had my first blog topic request (WHAT WHAT!). That’s right, gentlemen and gentlemen, my first fan has come out of the woodwork to say how much I need to be funnier and also less not ungrammatical. And the request: Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge.

Does that bird symbolize something?

I could write a really long, really bad thesis on the homoeroticism of this film, or I could direct you toward this film, one of the greatest documentaries of all time. Not only does Never Sleep Again cover all of the Nightmare films in great detail, but it spends a hilarious few minutes discussing the accidental-slash-not-accidental gayness in this film. At times, it almost delves into I Love the 80s territory.

And then the balls come flying… I made a funny.

Furthermore, Cracked.com, one of the oldest and most reputable sources of random online countdowns, has a list of the most unintentionally gay horror movies.

Including The Covenant, which is so very, very shirtless.

I’ve made an executive decision not to review any of these films, because these people have done a much better job at mocking them than I ever could.

Or I could let you watch the movie yourself
and make your own jokes about balls.

So thanks, Nameless Fan, for the suggestion, but I’m deferring to the experts on this one. (It is really gay, though.)

To thank you for your comment, I will gladly review another installment in the Freddy saga: Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare (aka The One with Tom Arnold and a Frying Pan). Trust me, it’ll be good.


Balls.