Showing posts with label A Nightmare on Elm Street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Nightmare on Elm Street. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2015

R.I.P. Wes Craven

Writer-producer-director Wes Craven died Sunday at the age of 76.

It is late here on the East Coast, and I am in shock. It is about 11:15 p.m. as I write this, and I just learned of the death of Wes Craven. The horror master behind such great films as A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Last House on the Left, The Hills Have Eyes, and Scream was 76. According to a release from his family, he died of complications related to brain cancer.

It does little justice to Craven to list his credits, though the films he worked on are nearly all exemplary of his particular genius. He was more than his films. He was the influence and impact his films had on a generation of filmmakers such as Sam Raimi, Frank Darabont, and Eli Roth, among many others. He was an absolute legend, and though his last film was 2011’s underrated Scream 4, his impact is felt still in a million places.

Craven on the set of Scream.
On a personal level, Craven’s work was formative for me. As a child who grew up watching way too many horror movies for my age, I loved Craven’s films above all others. I have vivid memories of being 9 years old and sitting in the den of a friend’s house, watching a taped copy of the Scream director’s cut. It was recorded off HBO onto a VHS I only replaced with a DVD last year. I was the Ghostface Killer for Halloween three years in a row. The first time I saw a movie on opening night was the release of Scream 3, and I took a first date to see Scream 4.

None of that, however, compares to my relationship to A Nightmare on Elm Street. To this day, I will argue Freddy Krueger is the perfect horror villain, a creation entirely of Craven’s own making. If one can have scars in a good way, the Nightmare films left them on me. My grandparents were convinced enough of my maturity when I was a child to let me rent the Nightmare on Elm Street films and watch them in the living room during the summer days at their house while my dad was at work.

Wes Craven's New Nightmare
I remember my grandmother taking me to the library, and I checked out a Freddy Krueger novella and a behind-the-scenes, making-of Nightmare on Elm Street book. I was convinced I could copy the formula for fake movie blood and tried, though I do not know now, nor was I probably certain then, just what I planned on using it for. All I knew was the Nightmare on Elm Street people used it, so I wanted to use it. I still cite that book as one of the reasons I have always wanted to be a filmmaker.

Wes Craven’s New Nightmare, well, there are your good scars. I was maybe 9 or 10. I was up late in an unfamiliar home and could not sleep, so I stayed up, pulled a VHS copy of New Nightmare off the shelf, and watched it all night. One of the clearest movie-related memories of my childhood is the babysitter in New Nightmare being dragged across the ceiling of a hospital room. I was not afraid, just quietly in awe. That image has stayed with me, and I hope it stays with me forever – a good scar.

Maybe I am rambling now. It is hard to put your thoughts together in times like these. The movie world is a worse place without Wes Craven in it, but we are all better for having had him in our world. I feel sorrow for his family, his friends, and anyone who knew him. And I feel shock. Be well friends.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

In your dreams: The personal and universal in The Nightmare

Rodney Ascher's new documentary The Nightmare attempts to recreate the experience of sleep paralysis.

You go to bed, close your eyes, and suddenly wake up. You cannot move, cannot speak, and cannot breathe. In the doorway, there appears a shadowy figure, then another and another. They advance on you. One of them speaks words of doom as though they come from the devil himself. Beads of sweat form on your forehead. Your whole body becomes tense. You grind your teeth and clench your fists. There is no telling, no imagining what harm is about to befall you. Like a bolt of lightning, something unseen strikes, and you jolt up in bed. Everything is normal. You are now awake.

Nightmares are a universal experience, but as adults, most of us are able to distinguish between the real and the unreal, the waking world and our dreams. However, sufferers of sleep paralysis exist between those two dimensions. Their reality takes on the feeling of a nightmare, and their nightmares take on the proportions of reality.

In Rodney Ascher’s new documentary The Nightmare, the story of sleep paralysis is told from the only perspective that matters: the sufferers’. There are no talking-head interviews with scientists or psychologists and no attempts to explain away what the sleeper is experiencing. There is only the creeping dread and suffocating fear of the moment. Rather than engage the rational part of the audience’s mind, Ascher’s film offers a more primal exploration of the nature of the disease.

Rodney Ascher (left) speaks at the Lincoln Center.
“The idea [was] that we would allow people to tell their stories and allow them to express the path that their search for answers took them on,” said Ascher during a question-and-answer session after a screening of the film Friday at the Lincoln Center in New York City.

“As far as the science goes, we show only so much as it informed their search for answers. Sure, there’s plenty of science about what’s happening in your body during this experience, and it concerns REM states and chemicals, and it gets very complicated very quickly, but it doesn’t get at the questions that are bigger than sleep paralysis. Why do people see the same things? And, certainly in sleep paralysis, it’s dramatic in that point, but even in the more generalized way: Why do people dream about similar things? Why are there recurring themes in many people’s dreams?”

The Nightmare chronicles the journeys of eight people with sleep paralysis, and to a large degree, the things that haunt them are similar, despite their varied life experiences. There is often a shadow man, who is usually described as a demon or an alien. There is the inability to move or speak. Sometimes, they have out-of-body experiences in which they are able to watch themselves sleeping or worse.

For most of these people, their troubles started at a young age, and in a time before the Internet, there was little to do but tell a parent or doctor who would explain it away as a bad dream. Interestingly, what gave many of these people hope were films. Movies such as A Nightmare on Elm Street and Communion put on screen in a visceral way what they were going through, and it allowed them to share with others their experiences.

“The Freddy Krueger thing is so interesting to me because if someone watched Nightmare on Elm Street and then had a nightmare about Freddy Krueger or even a sleep paralysis experience where he appeared, that would make sense as some sort of hallucination, but that’s not what’s being described,” said Ascher. “It’s being described as: ‘I have this weird experience, and then I was watching Nightmare on Elm Street, and it was like a police lineup. That’s the guy!’ If you research Nightmare on Elm Street, it’s based on a true story – Laotian immigrants who were struggling with sleep paralysis – and some of them were dying in their sleep or of heart failure from trying to stay up night after night after night.”

Henry Fuseli's "The Nightmare" (1781)
It goes beyond a simple 1980s horror film, though. Ascher argued that throughout history, there are works of art and other occurrences that could be interpreted as sleep paralysis experiences. He pointed to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, published in 1881, as a work some scholars believe was inspired by sleep paralysis. Henry Fueseli’s 1781 painting “The Nightmare,” from which this film takes its name, depicts nearly all of the classic elements described by sufferers of sleep paralysis.

According to Ascher, even the biblical story described in Genesis of Jacob wrestling with an angel can be taken as a sleep paralysis event. Popular art throughout the centuries and across cultures is riddled with descriptions of happenings that are eerily similar to those given by the subjects of The Nightmare. It was this universality of imagery and experience that interested Ascher, and that meant his investigation would be more emotional and spiritual than rational.

“The connections are deep,” said Ascher. “The whole question of: Where do these images come from? Was there an original that these are all copies of a copy of a copy of a copy of? Do these images come from our [most ancient] memories? Those are questions that are more interesting to me than what REM state you happen to be going through during one of these experiences.”

Yet, as much as the film is an exploration of the history and universality of nightmares, it is also about the individual stories of its subjects and how these eight people either sought answers or found relief, how they learned to cope, and how their lives were altered on deeply personal levels. What is most striking about each person’s journey is how closely tied it is to faith and how much each person’s belief system was challenged or affirmed.

For each story, faith and belief are the twin pillars holding it up, not just in a religious sense, although there is that, too, but on a more fundamental spiritual level. As a skeptic and someone who looks first for a scientific explanation always, I was initially wary of Ascher’s decision to forego a more critical analysis of the phenomenon, but as the film progressed, I was struck by a realization. For sufferers of sleep paralysis, the events that take place are real – no qualifier. No book or article or study will convince them otherwise.

In this way, it is a lot like faith in a god or religion, which more than one person in the film turns to as a cure for her condition. I cannot tell anyone his god does not exist or that his religion is wrong. I do not have the standing to do so. I am not a part of it. No one on the outside can ever understand what it is like for someone of the inside. This makes Ascher’s filmmaking style all the more ingenious and inventive.

Using recreations and re-enactments of the stories his subjects tell, Ascher brings viewers inside this world and makes them a part of it. Every moment of the film is shot like a horror movie, filled with dread, simulating for the audience what it is like to experience sleep paralysis. After viewing the film, I maintain my skepticism, and the logical part of my brain knows to look for the scientific explanation, but I can no longer say I did not experience, on some small level, the feelings of these people.

“[Room 237] is mostly made from archival material,” said Ascher, referring to his previous documentary. “I like working in that style, but I just thought, personally, a challenge that I wanted to take on was creating my own imagery. Because it would be – to the best of my knowledge – impossible to capture this stuff on camera, it opened the door to that. Also, it raised very interesting questions about how to do that. Ultimately, we settled on a style that sort of acknowledged the artifice as a way of being truthful in a documentary context.”

That truth is a nightmare, and thanks to Ascher’s film, now we can all understand the dread of going to bed, closing out eyes, and suddenly finding ourselves awake.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

31 Days of Horror: A Nightmare on Elm Street



Freddy's coming for you in A Nightmare on Elm Street.


In addition to our regular programming, every day this month, Last Cinema Standing will be bringing readers recommendations from the best of the horror genre as we make our way to Halloween. This should not be treated as a “best of” list but more as a primer. You can read the full introduction to Last Cinema Standing’s 31 Days of Horror here, and be sure to check back each day for a new suggestion.

Day 15: A Nightmare on Elm Street

One, two, Freddy’s coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again.

You will have to take my word for this, but I can still recite that poem from memory. I probably will be able to do that for the rest of my life. Wes Craven’s A Nightmare on Elm Street was formative for me. I was interested in horror and the macabre from a young age, but the Nightmare movies and Freddy Krueger blew the door wide open. This was my introduction to real horror, and for that reason, it will always have a special place in my heart.

A lot of horror filmmakers rightly believe the scariest villains are the faceless ciphers who lack even basic tenets of humanity, à la Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers from the previously discussed Friday the 13th and Halloween films, respectively. In many instances, they are right. But I will say that in childhood, I had nightmares about just three characters: the Cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt, embarrassingly the Chuckie doll from Child’s Play, and Freddy Krueger.

What the three villains who haunted my dreams have in common is personality, and for personality, Robert Englund’s performance as Freddy Krueger has no equals. Englund plays Freddy Krueger with the kind of smirking insolence usually reserved for the hero of the story, and for a lot of fans, he is the hero of the Nightmare on Elm Street series. In film after film, people tune in to see the villain chew the scenery, kill teenagers in inventive ways, and finally let his hubris get to him so he can be killed, only to be brought back to life in the next sequel.

We can be honest here. Most of the sequels leave something to be desired, and the overall mythology behind Freddy Krueger gets pretty muddled, but there is always Englund, and there is always Craven’s first film – the director having had nothing to do with the sequels until the masterful Wes Craven’s New Nightmare.

The genius of a stalker who kills people in their dreams cannot be overstated. If we look at real-world solutions to horror-movie problems, they have some basis in logic. If you are haunted, you can move; if you are hunted by a giant shark, stay out of the water; and so on. But despite the poem, never sleeping again is not a viable option. Coffee, pills, noise, light, whatever usually keeps you awake will only work for so long. At some point, your eyes will close, and you will be forced to confront the demon in your dreams.

Freddy Krueger is that demon, and the delight he takes in confronting his victims may be the scariest aspect of his reign of terror. He has grudge against the parents of Elm Street. Their vigilante justice took his life but gave him the power to live forever in the dreams of their children. He promised the town it would never be safe, and try as it might, it seems it never will be.

Tomorrow, we let Wes Craven take us into the modern age of self-referential meta-horror.