Reeves’s review published on Letterboxd:
When I was a kid A Nightmare on Elm Street and its sequels scared the absolute crap out of me. The thought of this unescapable evil that kills you in your dreams was horrifying. On it’s thirty-fifth anniversary, I was lucky enough to catch a one night showing in the theatre. Unfortunately, it hasn’t held up nearly as well as, say, Halloween. It’s honestly unintentionally hilarious now and joins the ranks of classic 80s cheese. Freddy isn’t really all that scary, the effects are cheesy at best, and the characters are ridiculous, especially the mother with her never ending supply of liquor bottles. In one particularly memorable bad scene, the mom indignantly yells at the sleep doctor studying her daughter, “What even are dreams!?” She’s dead serious and actually resentful of the act of dreaming. The sleep doctor replies, “No one even knows” (cue scary music). He’s the sleep doctor who can’t explain dreams, thus becoming the crappiest sleep doctor ever. There are plenty of hilariously bad scenes like this. And I hate to say it, but it’s insane that this movie gained the notoriety that it did.