Peter Bódi’s review published on Letterboxd:
"The bastard son of a hundred maniacs", that's like something Rob Zombie would come up with (and I mean that in a mostly positive way). Mighty nice to have some fun lore building you can wholeheartedly be on board with.
I used to compare Dream Warriors to Craven's original a lot and think that for me it just fell short (the ending still does), but now I know that's pretty unfair. Took me a few revisits to realise it's great in a different way. While Nightmare On Elm Street is E, for 'Everyone could potentially shit themselves', Dream Warriors definitely feels like it's aiming for a younger - YA - audience (16+ here in Europe, maybe an NC-17?), and works brilliantly as that. Though, the fantastic vein marionette death is disturbing as ever, along with Taryn's needle marks.
It steps into the realm of fantasy horror in a way, or at least that's the vibe I always get. It might just be Will's D&D influence, who's a precious little Bambi.
Ebert's opinion simply baffles me.
These characters are so wonderful. I love 'em (even the ones with only their surface scratched), like the great Larry Fishburne adorably referring to them as "my kids".
That's portrayed beautifully here, I think. Fragile youth with formidable inner strength. Just look out for each other.
In my dreams I'm beautiful... And bad!
P.S.: John Saxon's passing coloured each scene he was in with an air of melancholy. It's weird to think he's no longer with us. He always felt like a constant figure - an ol' reliable rock standing strong and solid in the ever riverflow - of cinema.