Wes Craven
Autumn 1984. I was ten. No internet, few video games. We played as children used to do. The only rule was to be home before dark.
Shortly after Halloween a rumbling went through the neighbourhood kids. A movie had been released in theatres that our parents forbade us to see. We tried to sneak in, and were thwarted by concerned ushers on more than one occasion. What my friends and I did manage to glimpse was the intro scene of some maniac machining a glove made of knives. To what purpose? Our imaginations quickly became the stuff of night terrors. Until the following year, and "A Nightmare on Elm Street" was THE secret VHS tape you didn't want to get caught with.
A legend by Wes Craven.
RIP Good Sir.
Your influence lives on.
Shortly after Halloween a rumbling went through the neighbourhood kids. A movie had been released in theatres that our parents forbade us to see. We tried to sneak in, and were thwarted by concerned ushers on more than one occasion. What my friends and I did manage to glimpse was the intro scene of some maniac machining a glove made of knives. To what purpose? Our imaginations quickly became the stuff of night terrors. Until the following year, and "A Nightmare on Elm Street" was THE secret VHS tape you didn't want to get caught with.
A legend by Wes Craven.
RIP Good Sir.
Your influence lives on.
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