Jayson Kennedy’s review published on Letterboxd:
Well ahead of its time and highly deserving of all praise with a hook that'll remain frightening across generations until the Nyuxra, an alien race that cannot dream, retrieve a VHS copy out of our nuclear dust in the likely not-so-distant future. The nightmare is brought home by the milquetoast suburbia of the fictional Springwood and notion of children paying dearly for the sins of their parents can fuel many a college thesis.
Arguably the starting entry of the major tentpole slashers with the most potential; it takes little convincing for anyone to buy into how terrifying the premise is. Dreams and the very act of sleep become equal pursuers with Freddy in his quest for Elm Street's children.
That being said, I can only assume Craven wanted to blur the lines between reality and dream state in the climax to such a degree that it makes little sense. This might've been from the filmmaker always wanting atonement for his exploitive beginnings by leaning toward mainstream concessions ever since. This drives Elm Street's ending to paint with broad bogeyman scarces at the sacrifice of logic and inadvertently plants seeds for Freddy's future stand-up career. Not enough to outright tarnish this classic, but the last fifteen minutes stick in my crawl more with every watch. Watched via New Line's InfiniFilm DVD.