Alice (Lisa Wilcox, Savage) is looking forward to her High School graduation. On that day, she has a dream about Freddy’s mother, Amanda Krueger. Alice also finds out that she’s pregnant with her boyfriend’s (Danny Hassel, The China Lake Murders) child. Somehow, Alice feels that the dream has something to do with her pregnancy. When her beau is attacked by Freddy (Robert Englund, The Mangler), Alice is convinced that her baby is in danger.
Reaction & Thoughts:
“… Seven, eight, better stay awake. Nine, ten, he’s back again.” This is the last of an unofficial trilogy that started with A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987) — all three movies share characters and ideas.
Sadly, neither A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master nor A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child expand the franchise any further. They simply replay an old tune. That’s my main complaint about The Dream Child, written by Leslie Bohem (Dante’s Peak), directed by Stephen Hopkins (Predator 2) — it’s a derivative installment through and through.
However, I can’t complain about some of the visuals — they’re fun to watch. The dream sequences are elaborate. They tend to be on the murky side, though. Individual scenes are good, very good, but the whole thing feels a tad frantic and disorganized. More important, Freddy’s shenanigans are no longer scary. Too many one-liners and silly jokes sabotage the tension.
I didn’t care for the characters either. They are mostly tropes of the genre. It doesn’t help that none of the actors are particularly good. The acting feels very amateurish. Robert Englund’s Freddy remains the film’s saving grace. Repetition has deluded Englund’s ability to scare the audience, but he’s as good as ever.
Conclusions & Final Thoughts:
All these factors prevented me from embracing the film. I’m not surprised at all that the powers that be decided to kill the franchise with the next sequel. Overall, A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child is a needless sequel that probably should have never been made. Nonetheless, it was a hit. Color, 89 minutes, Rated R.
Followed by Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare (1991)