Having recently viewed and been disappointed by the original
Nightmare on Elm Street (1984), I went into the remake thinking Wes Craven’s brain-child was an excellent candidate for a cinematic reawakening. The effects would be updated, the actors could be upgraded and the story – which suffered several missteps in the execution of a truly great concept about a psycho who kills you in your sleep – could be smoothed out and perfected in the second going. The folks at Michael Bay’s remake factory, Platinum Dunes, made several strides in each of those keys directions when producing the new
Nightmare. But their end product takes a massive step back in the wrong direction.
