How to ruin, unabashedly, one of the best films ever made by any human being? How to destroy universal horror icon? How the hell learn what NOT to do when trying to make movies? These "hows" are solved with the ultra-tacky (and unnecessary) remake of "A Nightmare on Elm Street ", a film that should come with a scrotum despellejarte pliers and a hammer to kill himself after seeing it.
its director's career would have to give us a clue to the huge amount of fecal matter that we will receive: Samuel Bayer, a guy who has done music videos for bands such as Blink 182 shit, Green Day or Mierdallica (this explains everything ...) 
The story: Nothing new. So they told us in 1984, only this time it counted evil, wrong and a main character rather than scare / surprise, generates as much pity as a dying man leper. Gone was the great Robert Englund, was behind the awesome, frightening and funny Freddy Krueger ... Now we have a filthy Gusarapo more like a turtle with gangrene, a majestic figure of horror.
A PAIR OF IMAGES OF NEW FREDDY KRUEGER
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S i as impressive was that the original manner in which Freddy Krueger went from being just an urban legend, a silent reminder that gradually became a character in "real" through fear and the fear that fed him, able to attack their victims through their dreams, well here it all goes to hell, to Ten minutes into this movie and takes a couple of dead under the back and a bunch of teenagers in terror with a complex history, but you already know by heart.
Everything is chaos, everything is a spiral of bad performances, everything is a horrible experience 95 minutes in length, which shows once again that these scammers (director, producer, writer, etc. ) benefit only to fill their coffers with dolaretes, regardless of the way they do. I thank Satan have been born in the time required to see the original when I was a little boy, and I appreciate having such
movies to see over and over again until my eyes bleed profusely. Every last time was better.
Needless warn that under no circumstances see this movie ... not even the slightest sense of nostalgia ... will surely ruin the good (or bad) memories of childhood, when it was difficult to sleep thanks to Mr. Krueger. FLEE, FLEE of this crap, as if it were a whore to the neck smeared feces, and infected with venereal disease multiple ... have been warned!
LES SANS VISAGE 
George Franju (France, 1960) 