[Wes Craven's A Nightmare on Elm Street celebrates its 30th anniversary this month and rather than spout out a bunch of stuff you die-hards already know about the series and can glean from various excellent documentaries and special editions, I thought I'd make my retrospective personal. I'd love to hear about your own personal "first" experiences with the film - use our comment boards below!]
“Time to go to sleep.” Those ominous words preceded my introduction to A Nightmare on Elm Street nearly 30 years ago. My father, having borrowed a VCR, rented Wes Craven’s seminal 1984 horror film on the day it was released on VHS. He was a savvy horror fan and had obviously read about the film – why he missed it in theaters is unknown to me. I’ll just chalk it up to being the father of two youngsters and he was unable to escape the house for an evening when the movie opened wide in theaters on November 16, 1984. Alright, I’ll take the blame. Regardless, he was finally catching up to it. My mother was turning in for the night, my little sister was passed out in her bed and it was my turn to head to my bedroom while my father looked forward to indulging in some horror movies.