Matthew Noble’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy."
Worst. Parents. Ever. Part of me honestly wished Freddy would target them instead of their children.
Anyway, I was torn between 4.0 and 4.5 for most of this, but the crazy last act totally won me over. Never mind that this is possibly the coolest horror concept of the 1980s (a serial killer who can only get you in your dreams), Wes Craven's storytelling is so straightforward and acute that you instantly buy into the dreamlike imagery and logic, and Heather Langenkamp's protagonist is one of the most likeable "final girls" of any slasher movie. If nothing else, part of me suspects I'll doubly appreciate the original A Nightmare on Elm Street once I've seen the six sequels...