FREDDY'S DEAD: THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

The plot neglects the events that occurred in the previous film, making it unbelievable from the start. Freddy never met Alice and was never absorbed into Sister Amanda's womb. On the contrary, he exterminated all the teenagers of Springwood, reducing it to a town of depressed elderly people with no future. Following the trail of the last survivor in therapy with the young Maggie, a psychologist from a nearby city, the psychopath considers the exciting possibility of moving and starting the massacre again. But the doctor suddenly remembers being Krueger's daughter and discovers that Freddy once had a family and that he had strangled his wife in front of his little girl's eyes. Maggie then decides to eliminate him forever using the same technique as Nancy in the first film: tearing Krueger out of the dream and killing him in reality. It is the worst film in the series. Freddy, from executioner, becomes a victim. Not only because he explodes definitively in the confused and rushed ending, but above all because the characterization of his character, now stereotypically commercial, has lost all the cynicism and charm it originally possessed. Moreover, it turns out that Freddy's power is not due to the traumatic nature of his death and the resulting thirst for revenge, but to demonic worms that had penetrated his body a moment before he was burned... An insult to the intelligence of the viewer, but after all, we are in the 90s and Robert Englund alias Freddy Krueger is no longer a mysterious and bloodthirsty psychopath, but a real star (and as such, in his lines he addresses the American teenage viewer directly, with tastes decidedly immature compared to those of 1984, who would surely never have imagined that one day that terrifying bogeyman would kill with jokes following the plot of a banal teen movie). But the most subtle element of the last chapter is the purely commercial idea that promised the viewer a spectacular three-dimensional effect during the viewing of the film. The 3D technique used was the most economical and outdated they could use (testimony to the lack of respect for the viewer's culture), and the three-dimensional scenes were limited only to the last quarter of an hour. For us, connoisseurs of the Horror d.o.c. genre, there is nothing left but to helplessly and nostalgically watch the credits roll coldly over a photograph of Freddy where, embedded on his t-shirt, the letters R.I.P appear (Rest in Peace... Rest in peace), while the splendid soundtrack of the first unforgettable Nightmare is replaced by an insipid metal track decidedly out of place... To posterity the arduous judgment.