Nightmare on Elm Street Series
That's the tagline from the 1984 classic A Nightmare on Elm Street by Wes Craven, starring Robert Englund as the "bastard son of a hunred maniacs" Freddy Krueger.

The premise of the Nightmare series, in case you've been living under a rock for the better part of 22 years, involves teenagers who mysteriously die in their sleep. The cause of these sudden and alarming murders points back to a child killer (Krueger) who was torched by neighborhood parents who took the law into their own hands. Krueger sells his soul to the devil in order to come back and kill the remaining children of the parents who burned him alive.

While the acting, direction, and cinematography may not be stellar, award-winning material (the earlier films are quite entertaining - but forget The Dream Child and Freddy's Dead) the concept of a boogeyman who stalks you in your dreams is pretty disturbing.

Over the past 72 hours, Shea and I have watched 6 of the 7 Nightmare films - and the verdict is out that Nightmare 2: Freddy's Revenge has the best acting and is the most disturbing of the series, with the first and third films falling closely behind.

These films were a big part of my childhood - they're a perfect example of how ridiculous the '80s were, and when looking back on them you don't remember all the cheese and terrible acting - what you remember is the concept of how scary Freddy Krueger can be. He toys with you, tortures you - exploits your worst fears and makes them reality.

See you in your dreams...
Reviewed by: adam