The story goes that Wes Craven had a nightmare and created the character of Freddy Krueger, a man who kills kids in their dreams, after it. The movie holds up well, especially every scene with Robert Englund as The Crispy Gloved One. He drips with sinister intent. Craven directs some shocking scenes that hold up well after twenty some years: Traci's death, where she is dragged up a wall and onto the ceiling as Freddy slices her, Nancy's school dream with Traci crawling around in a bloody body bag, an another of Nancy's dream where Freddy pulls her into a bottomless bathtub. One of the few slashers that actually manages to be scary and exciting. Only some slow spots and a confusing ending keep it from being all the better.
Review of A Nightmare on Elm Street
