Release Date:
Friday, August 15, 2003
Dispatch any nightmares you may have had involving the bastardization of two legendary horror movie cash cows in one final wholesale slaughter. First of all, its impossible to out-cheese two franchises that have thrived on slashing shamelessly through traditional scaredy-tactic clichés. Second of all, these two motherfuckers are impossible to kill, so youd better get used to it.
Heres your premise: Freddy breaks into Jasons dream world disguised as his mother and convinces him to return to killing naughty teens on Elm Street. This somehow reminds the kids of Krueger, allowing the Christmas-sweatered one to invade dreams and kill again. Only, the greedy Voorhees wont share the death, marking the opening salvo in their last-man-killing battle royal.
Once the first five minutes are out of the way, the slashing begins. Immediately. Drunk teens engaging in premarital sex? Gone. Kids venturing into cornfields to relieve themselves during a rave? One of the best killing sprees of the film. Kelly Rowland dropping f-bombs? Who cares? For the iconic face-off, a perfectly timed build-up gives way to a fitting aggro-metal soundtrack and completely necessary multiple (multiple [multiple]) endings. What makes it all so enjoyable is that everything (laughable dialogue, pointless nudity, blood-spraying victims) is done with the same feel as the originals. Anyone still staring in disbelief at the stupidity of the characters or their clunky lines shouldnt be watching in the first place.
Heres your premise: Freddy breaks into Jasons dream world disguised as his mother and convinces him to return to killing naughty teens on Elm Street. This somehow reminds the kids of Krueger, allowing the Christmas-sweatered one to invade dreams and kill again. Only, the greedy Voorhees wont share the death, marking the opening salvo in their last-man-killing battle royal.
Once the first five minutes are out of the way, the slashing begins. Immediately. Drunk teens engaging in premarital sex? Gone. Kids venturing into cornfields to relieve themselves during a rave? One of the best killing sprees of the film. Kelly Rowland dropping f-bombs? Who cares? For the iconic face-off, a perfectly timed build-up gives way to a fitting aggro-metal soundtrack and completely necessary multiple (multiple [multiple]) endings. What makes it all so enjoyable is that everything (laughable dialogue, pointless nudity, blood-spraying victims) is done with the same feel as the originals. Anyone still staring in disbelief at the stupidity of the characters or their clunky lines shouldnt be watching in the first place.