The Final Nightmare

Last night I watched Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare, a 1991 film directed by Rachel Talalay, that is the sixth in the Nightmare on Elm Street series of horror films. Set in 2001, the film's opening states that by now the ghostly killer Freddy Krueger, who kills victims in their dreams, has successfully wiped out all the children and teenagers in the small town of Springwood, Ohio, except for one teenage boy who manages to escape. Several days later, he is found wandering around an unnamed city suffereing from severe amnesia and carrying a pack of stay-awake tablets and a newspaper cutting headed KRUEGER WOMAN STILL MISSING. He soon winds up in a centre for troubled teenagers, where the head therapist (Lisa Zane) soon takes an interest in him, mainly because the newspaper cutting reminds her of a recurring dream, and she decides to take the boy back to Springwood in the hope of triggering his memory. Unbeknownst to them, a group of teenagers from the refuge stow away in the van they take. Of course it's not long before they meet the man of their dreams. This film is probably the worst in the series. The film is too comic to be scary, and not funny enough to work as a comedy. The effects aren't up to much either. In the original theatrical release the film's final section was done in 3D, which is not used in most DVD and video versions, which to be honest makes that final section even more ludicrous. As with almost every horror sequel which uses the word "final" in it's title, it's a complete lie, because there were further sequels.

My brother telephoned me last night as well, which is extremely unusual. Things are certainly happening for him. He's got a girlfriend now, and he's got trips to France and Australia to look forward to. He seemed happy.

The end of the working week. The office was almost deserted. Already a lot of the other rooms have started putting up their Christmas decorations. So half the building looks as bland as ever, and the other half looks like an explosion in a tinsel factory.

I recorded a TV show last night called Millennium. The show was from the creators of The X-Files, and stars Lance Henriksen as a profiler who tracks down serial killers by using a special talent to see through the eyes of killers. The show was very well-made and genuinely scary in places, but it is also almost unremittingly bleak.

I sent a message to Michele this afternoon but I still haven't heard anything.