Put Simply: The new A Nightmare on Elm Street was, well, a nightmare.

Let me begin by saying that my viewing experience of this particular movie was not the greatest. From the very moment I stepped out of my parked car at the Crystal Lake movie theater parking lot, I was immediately reminded of why I hate this particular theater and why I typically refuse to partake in any activity involving this precise location. I was instantly surrounded by 17 -year-old-wanna-be-ganstas. Now I don’t usually like to generalize, but I must admit that they’re all idiots. And despite the obnoxious pre-movie conversation from the row behind me, I can honestly say that I really don’t care how large any of their packages are. I just don’t. And I’d rather not hear about them either. I wouldn’t lie. Not to you, at least, since you are reading this. I’m not sure that I received 20 seconds of peace from that row throughout the entire movie. I’d like to say that I clocked that fact, but, well, I was too distracted. I vote we raise the Rated R movie watching experience to a minimum age of 23. This rule should at least be applied at public movie viewing facilities.

Now on with the actual movie. I’d like to start out by saying my opinion of a movie generally changes the day after I first watch it. Because of this, I generally do not have an immediate comment but I feel as though this one deserves a word or two tossed in its general direction. To be blunt, it really wasn’t that great. And this upsets me a bit as the original was arguably one of the greatest movies ever written and produced despite its limited budget. I mean, I give this one credit for trying. It wasn’t horrible (it was no 13 Days). It just wasn’t that great.

A major complaint I have is that it severly lacked the charm of the original. I’m not one to get scared by movies. But I must say the conceptual idea was not portrayed in a way that left me thinking, “wow! That’s a creepy concept.” Was it the same basic plot? Sure. That’s more or less what makes it a remake. It just lacked that certain something that kept me thinking about the original for as long as I did.

I realize that a remake is never an exact replica of its original. If it was, there would be no interest. Not from me at least (I don’t know, though, the 17-year-olds might go for it). I must say, however, that this one lacked my favorite shot and moment from the original and that, well, just added to my annoyance of the row of morons behind me.

Anyone who has seen the original series of movies is going to find this comment a bit ridiculous, but let me explain. The graphics in this new edition really rubbed me the wrong way. Modern movie production can do better. Call me crazy, but I expect to see this “better.” There was about 20 second of the movie, towards the end, that stopped me from removing my self from the theater. I thought, “that was neat.” But then the blood shot out of the eye and I thought, “and we’re back to stupid.” Like milk does a body good, consistency does a movie good.

An issue I had consistently throughout the entire movie was Freddy’s face. Each time he appeared on the screen I thought to myself, “His face looks like a burned muskrat with a cat nose.” I realize that he’s not intended to be pretty, but I’m not sure I should have spent the entire movie relating him to a combination of animals. He looked cooler in the original.

I have one last thought before I hit the sack for the evening and hopefully don’t die in my dreams. The movie did have a few decent one liners. And had the movie been better, I might have been quoting these for the next few days. But who knows. Maybe I will anyway. And I must say that the scene where the girl flies around the room is as funny now as it was in 1984.

I’ll actually leave you with this: If you are looking for a genius remake, watch Halloween. A close second is the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

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