I watched A Nightmare on Elm Street last night.
Perhaps, it was the combination of inebriation and an overall sarcastic outlook. Or, maybe, it was years of suspense built through the series’ seminal status as a horror movie fixtures. Whatever the root cause, well, I’m sure you can guess my reaction. But, apparently the sequels engage in some serious fourth wall breakage - I’m down with that!
Home Alone prepared me for the final act.
Only then will I be ready for Freddy vs. Jason.