gay nightmare

I grew up in the 1980s.

In the 80s noth­ing was gay. And the rea­son noth­ing was gay was be­cause lit­er­al­ly every­thing was gay.

To ex­plain: It was a time when oth­er­wise mild­ly ho­mo­pho­bic straight men would wear pink Swatch­es and cut­off mesh half-shirts to Wham con­certs, so lots of mixed sig­nals whizzing around through the air.

Where I am go­ing with this: I had no idea when I first saw Night­mare on Elm Street 2 (1984) that it was so up­roar­i­ous­ly out­ra­geous­ly campy. It was just in line with the spir­it of the times. Ap­par­ent­ly lots of peo­ple who worked on it had no idea ei­ther. It just came out in the wash that it was a bare­ly-cryp­tic su­per-metaphor­i­cal hor­ror flick about a teenage boy re­al­iz­ing there’s a man in­side him.

At any rate, Elm Street 2 is a blast to watch and de­serves a place on your Hal­loween watch-list, prefer­ably in the com­pa­ny of a few friends and a few drinks.

Na­maste.

—ja­son malm­berg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2017 Ja­son Malm­berg.

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