Confessional time: "Father, forgive me, but I never got round to watching
Freddy vs Jason.
Blesphemy, of course, especially coming from someone such as myself who grew up excitedly renting each instalment of those respective frachises as they hit the video shop shelves (although actually, it would have been my parents doing the renting. Intensely chillaxed about the age certifications the guy in our local shop could be, I think even he would have balked at renting out
Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood and
A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master to an exciteable and bloodthirsty nine year old. Maybe).
Is there a reason I didn't bother with
Freddy vs Jason either at the time or in the subsequent intervening years? Well, disillusionment and apathy with both series I suppose. Having found 1994's
Wes Craven's New Nightmare interesting but hugely flawed and both previous Voorhees instalments (the 1993
Jason Goes to Hell and 2002's
Jason X) shockingly dire I wasn't really in the mood in 2003 - just a year after the spaceborne antics of Jason (wait... Jason Space Bourne?!?) the wounds were too raw for me to contemplate it. And y'know, I was in my early twenties and doing stuff that seemed more interesting at the time. Looking back though, it seems a shame: little kid me would have jumped for joy at the prospect of a meeting between these two titans of terror - like a Bropnze Age version of the Golden Age's
Frankenstein meets the Wolf Man or the Silver Age's
King Kong vs Godzilla.
So I thought maybe it was time. Also, Katherine Isabelle's in it, which is a good if prurient reason for watching. But I thought I may as well make a thing of it. Why not do a rewatch of both franchises to lead up to finally seeing the team up movie? It's been many a year since I've seen quite a few of 'em, and 2021 is sucking enough balls to encourage ignoring it and jumping into some '80s nostalgia. So let's lacquer our hair up big and hit 88 miles per hour to get back in time!
And so we begin not with a movie, but with a televisial prequel to the
Nightmare series courtesy of the opening episode of the short lived
Freddy's Nightmares syndicated anthology show wherein the cackling Mr Krueger would act as the Crypt Keeper style horror host introducing each week's tale.
This opening prequel instalment showing the secret origin of Freddy Krueger may have a bit of horror cache by dint of being directed by Tobe Hooper, but we're definitely more in the area of
The Mangler Tobe Hooper than
Texas Chainsaw (or
'Salem's Lot or
Poltergeist or
Lifeforce) Tobe Hooper. Shot on shiteo (the late '80s US NTSC TV video is crap enough, made worse by the copy I'd obtained by... uh... scrying glass), we blurrily see the pre-trial hearing and subsequent release on a technicality of Springwood's premier paedophile child slayer Mr Fred Krueger and the mandatory "Is this justice?" outraged parent lynch mob - Mrs Lovejoy would be proud: oh, won't somebody think of the children?!? - as they mete out some good ol' fashioned private justice. Obviously, we don't have John Saxon here, so as a stand in we have police Lt. Tim Blocker (Ian Patrick Williams) who moved out of New York to escape the muggers and the rape and the C.H.U.D.s to take his family to the white picket fences and PTA meetings of Springwood only to have his twin daughters Lisa and Merit (the strangely named Gry and Hili Park) almost becoming the latest victims of Freddy.
Feeling culpable for Freddy's release having not correctly read the villain his rights during his arrest, Blocker at first attempts to talk down the torch-bearing mob of villagers before eventually joining them and taking the lead in dousing Krueger with petrol and burning him alive, as Freddy gleefully laughs and declares that he's "rather burn than fade away!" Obviously, death doesn't quite take and the Springwood slasher soon returns to haunt Blocker in his dreams before driving him to a death via toothache and a dentist's drill-tipped variation on his famous razor glove.
Englund's charisma pretty much single-handedly carries this otherwise pretty insipid instalment, which not only drags under the usual demerits of a prequel (having to hew to a pre-laid out road map and therefore somewhat lacking in surprise) but also the strictures of TV and sluggish direction (barring maybe one pretty effective kill scene). Is it canon? The lack of Saxon's Lt Thompson kind of says no. Maybe we can look on it as a sort of 'What If...?' / 'Elseworlds' sort of semi-sequel. A sidequel.
Christ, I'm overthinking this.
