A Nightmare On Elm Street
was the one that cured me
from getting scared – or worried
at all – by horror films.
The entire franchise, I mean.
Not just the first film.
But certainly the first four are
the ones I adore. Well, number two
is a bit shit (sorry!)
But it gets a pass – still – for the
bus-scene at the start and the
The first one (with Johnny Depp)
is pretty great. And the third one
is the masterpiece. That’s The
Godfather II. I had a poster
of Elm Street 4 and the T-shirt
for Elm Street 5 so the memory
of those is kept alive just from those
things even if it’s been more than
20 years since I last checked in
on the films.
Freddy Krueger was such an
obsession – this pizza-faced
goon with the knives out
and the Crocodile
A really cool cat.
He had funny lines and
he was a bit of a creep
almost a perv – he was
freaky, a wee bit, but mostly
And I got hooked on the films and
found the cure to being scared.
I needed to overdose – I didn’t
like the sensation of feeling like
I must look over my shoulder.
Halloween and Friday the 13th
and other big-names were all
good and fine – but it was a bit
like how really everyone just
loved Metallica back in the day,
and Anthrax and Slayer and Megadeth
could all go get fucked.
I’d listen to any of them now over
Metallica so the metaphor holds no
weight at all. But I’m talking about
And this is now.