Beneath its verbose, title, Jack Sholder’s follow-up to Wes Craven’s 1984 hit is a well-made though familiar reworking of demonic horror material.
Screenplay basically makes a sex change on Craven’s original: a teenage boy Jesse Walsh (Mark Patton) is experiencing the traumatic nightmares previously suffered by a young girl, Nancy Thompson. Walsh’s family has moved into Thompson’s house, five years after the events outlined in the first film.
The slouch-hatted, long, steel fingernails-affixed, disfigured monster Freddy (Robert Englund) is attempting to possess Walsh’s body in order to kill the local kids once more and, judging from the film’s body count, is quite successful.
Episodic treatment is punched up by an imaginative series of special effects. The standout is a grisly chest-burster setpiece.
Mark Patton carries the show in the central role as not quite a nerd, but strange enough to constitute an outsider presence. Kim Myers scores as his sympathetic girl friend, surmounting her obvious teen lookalike for Meryl Streep image.