Thanks to Freddy Kruger there are no kids or teenagers left
in Springwood… except one. A nameless amnesia case is picked up by the cops and
dumped in a neighbouring town’s youth centre, with no clues as to his identity
but a clipping from a newspaper. His doctor suggests a trip back to Springwood
to jog his memory, but the trip goes bad when two out of three stowaway
patients meet grizzly ends in their sleep whilst there and only one development
is made in the John Doe case: Freddy Krueger had a child.
The final chapter in
the Freddy ‘saga’, Freddy’s Dead does
prove to be a little bit of an improvement of its predecessor at least in terms
of writing… well, for the base idea at least. It still follows in the footsteps
of the entire string of spin-off movies: being a trashy 1980s B-grade horror
flick, but at least, at the very least there was a bit of an effort made to
salvage Freddy’s history… if only just a bit.
Essentially what this movie was,
was an attempt to put a lid on the string of Nightmare movies whilst simultaneously being a last minute attempt
to salvage the severely mutilated history that lazy and clichéd writers had
dreamed up for Freddy. Mixing spiritualism, religion, and psychology, the
Freddy history that we are given in this film is much more compelling and
believable than the satanic spawn theory of Dream Child. Having said that, there still are a few gaping plot holes: namely
the fact that this movie doesn’t link on from the others in any way at all.
Admittedly, they set it for ten years from ‘now’ (whether that ‘now’ is the
leave-off point from the last film or the actual present is unclear), so kudos
for trying. Then the recurring dream and the sudden information dump that
Freddy had a child is a bit of an unstable bomb, but it works for the rest of
the film, loosely. The story, however flimsily written, does succeed in
depicting a believable tale of incredibly troubled childhood resulting in a
psychologically fractured man so, for me after Dream Child, that was a massive relief.
The rest is more or less,
take it or leave it, the same. Freddy’s killings become a little less creative
and a little bit predictable with the gore in this film being dialled down a
notch… during some parts.
Englund still delivers a classic Freddy performance
complete with the memorable wise cracks and one-liners and the other thing that
I liked about this movie was the sneaky appearance from Johnny Depp! Little bit
of intertextual satire there, which was priceless.
Starring Lisa Zane, Shon
Greenblatt, Lezlie Deane, Ricky Dean Logan, Tom Arnold, Roseanne Barr, Yaphet
Kotto, Elinor Donahue, Breckin Meyer, anda sneaky, sinister appearance from Alice Cooper Freddy’s
Dead: The Final Nightmare is a shameless close to the Nightmare saga and to give credit where credit is due, it did
resurrect the franchise slightly with the rewritten history of one of cinema’s
iconic slashers. Filled with action, horror, gore, violence, drama, trauma, and
comedy, it’s still a fun and trashy ‘80s B-grade horror movie, but it’s
shameless about what it is and I liked that about it.
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