Was not expecting "The Thing" level of practical effects in this movie, but the Kafka-esque roach kill & "souls of Freddy's victims" not only legitimately horrified me but blew my mind amidst the stroke level pacing & 80s-slasher-sequel acting.

FFT: If I was one of Freddy's trapped souls the rest of my horrible existence would be focused on being as sexy as the naked woman's soul that pressed up against & stretched Freddy's body for like 2.5 seconds on screen.

WHAT AN ICON.