In
the late eighties -- due in large part to the success of Tales from the Darkside
(1984-1988) and Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994) -- genre television
took off in syndication. Syndicated series
such as War of the Worlds (1987-1989), Friday the 13th: The
Series (1987 – 1990), and Monsters (1988 – 1990) all drew
substantial attention and drew large fan bases.
Another
TV series that arose in this era was a spin-off from the Nightmare on Elm Street movie
franchise. In 1988, New Line -- “The
House that Freddy Built” -- produced two-seasons of a low-budget horror anthology
fronted by none other than Freddy Krueger himself.
That’s
right: Robert Englund hosted Freddy’s Nightmares: A Nightmare on Elm
Street: The Series (1988-1990) and the program ran for 44 hour-long
episodes. Freddy’s Nightmares featured guest stars such as a pre-stardom
Brad Pitt (“Black Tickets,”) Lar Park Lincoln, John Cameron Mitchell, Mariska
Hargitay, Tim Russ, Sandahl Bergman, Dick Miller, George Lazenby, and Mary
Crosby.
Series
directors included horror movie luminaries including Tobe Hooper (“No More Mr.
Nice Guy,”) Tom McLoughlin (“It’s a Miserable Life,”) Mick Garris (“Killer
Instinct”), Dwight Little (“Do Dreams Bleed), William Malone (“Lucky Stiff,”)
and Englund himself (“Cabin Fever,” “Monkey Dreams.”)
On
paper, it certainly looked promising, and the series aired in 106 local markets.
But the series experienced some growing pains over its first season.
Freddy’s
Nightmares’ changing
cast of young actors looked inexperienced and diffident, the budget was so low
that no good locations could be used (and one episode appears to have been shot
in a hotel meeting room…), and the program was shot, badly, on ugly videotape. The writing seemed rushed too, and lacked
nuance. The series had a lot of gore and
a lot of sex in it, but very little in terms of ideas.
And
Freddy -- who has continuing a long decline from being terrifying boogeyman to ringleader
of a three ring circus – wasn’t well-served by the anthology, either. He became overly-familiar, and familiarity is
the enemy of good horror.
The
pilot episode of the series, “No More Mr. Nice Guy” exemplifies the
two-dimensional approach to Freddy’s world.
Here,
Freddy is portrayed not as a man who hides in shadows and hurts in children in
dark corners, out of society’s view, but as Evil Incarnate.
In
other words, before his burning and resurrection as a spectral monster, Freddy
is already monster, a fearsome immortal not afraid of anyone or anything. As he is burned alive, Krueger quips” You
missed a spot” and makes other ludicrous remarks that suggest he is not afraid
of death, and in fact, mocking of those who kill him.
Although
we know from the feature films that Don Thompson (John Saxon) captured Freddy
(and ultimately had to release him), neither Saxon nor the character appear in
this episode. Instead, Lt. Blocker (Ian Patrick Williams) is the arresting
officer.
That’s
a change in continuity.
As
is the fact that several police officers speak openly of Freddy’s final resting
place, even though in Dream Warriors, Thompson is the
only person who possesses the knowledge that Freddy’s bones rest (though not in
peace…) in an auto junkyard.
Worse
than any of this, Freddy’s Nightmares is a disaster from a visual
standpoint. Freddy’s house is supposed
to look menacing, but looks more like a red-and-green disco where someone’s smoke
machine has malfunctioned. Another cost-saving measure: the two-half hour
stories in each program often use the same two sets.
One
of the key reasons why the Elm Street films proved so popular
in the late 1980s involved the dazzling fusion of inventive dream ideas with
amazing special effects. Freddy’s dream
world was always imagined with fantastic results in even the worst of the
feature films. The TV series completely
betrays that legacy, and looks like an amateur production by comparison.
I
wrote in Terror Television (1999) that Freddy’s Nightmares is my
choice for the all-time worst horror TV series, and I stand by that assessment.
The series had a duty to respect the King of Horror, Freddy Krueger, and it completely
failed him (and Englund) at every turn.
I have never believed it was a coincidence that the movie series began
to fare poorly at the box office starting in 1989…the era that Freddy’s
Nightmares aired. I think the dumb, cheaply-produced syndicated series
killed a lot of good will towards the gloved one.
Still,
I’m a completist, and nearly thirty years after it aired, I’d be very happy for
an official DVD release of the series, and the opportunity to re-evaluate its
merits.
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