A Nightmare on Elm Steet 2: Freddy’s Revenge is gay. So gay, its gayness has been written about numerous times. But that’s not what my review is going to focus on.
It’s not only gay. It’s so bad, it’s good.
At least that’s what I felt when I watched it at 2 in the morning one day. Besides Jesse’s obvious homosexual-laden killings and his decision to go to his male friend when he freaks out over sexy-time wth female friend, Lisa, there’s something captivating about the performance’s, or at least, the character’s…reasons for existing.
It’s obvious she’s the lone female friend, the voice of reason, a shoulder to cry on for our main character, Jesse, but she’s eager to help him, even when he’s been taken over by Freddy, refusing to leave his side until Freddy is burned away, literally.
This moment struck me as strange, at least in a horror movie, mainly because she remained a constant presence of support. Something females are known for (in movie roles, at least), yes, but here it was made somewhat complex in her dual role as a “maybe” love interest. (It’s never really defined that’s what she is to the main character.)
This speaks to the complete ambiguity held by everyone in the movie, an obvious fluctuating look at the confused state of teenage sexuality in general, made all the more confusing by unexpressed homosexual feelings.
The movie expressed this through campy dialogue, a stream of incoherent decisions on the part of our main character, who isn’t really a character at all, just a vessel to which Freddy’s reign of terror can continue. Our real main character is Lisa, who after pulling Jesse out of his confused state at last, resumes the role of consummate friend and supporter – right before they all careen off the road in a school bus, supposedly to their deaths.
(If you haven’t seen this movie, it’s your fault.)
Perhaps it was a dream within a dream. It would at least explain the maddening mess of a movie it turned out to be.