Corey’s review published on Letterboxd:
such a sweet spot in horror, not only as a remarkable sequel that comes close to surpassing its original, but as one that properly turns its villainous icon into an allegory for mental illnesses that fall on deaf ears while simultaneously upping the nightmare realm through phenomenal practical effects and a keen eye for empowering survivors without losing itself to fantastical cheese—quite the mouthful, and quite the feat. Dream Warriors deeply defines its characters and thus enhances the familiar slumberscape while effectively layering in trauma and the all-encompassing terror that comes with these adolescent facilities that downplay horror to basic imagination/rudimentary repression. the icing on the cake? Freddy’s transition from ominous tormentor into the punchline-happy, ultra-violent, havoc-wreaking bastard-spawn that will soon destroy the franchise, and the magnificent shape-shifting entity he is amplified into.
“WELCOME TO PRIMETIME, BITCH.”
