It's fun stuff.
ANYWAY, that being the case, this week you're gonna get, if not entirely LGBT-themed horror, a good chunk of it. If you don't wish to read about it, that's fine. I'm not here to change anybody's mind on anything. Please note, though, that I WILL delete hateful commentary. It doesn't belong here.
All of that being said, let's get on with the show.
And, we're gonna kick it off BIG with probably the gayest mainstream horror flick EVER, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge.
Director Jack Shoder, in 1985, brings us a pre-AIDS paranoia gay-coming-of-age story even if he won't fucking admit it.
Because greased-up Dawson's Creek casting is just de rigueur in Hollywood...
So, here's the dealio. 5 years after the events in the first movie, the Walsh's move into 1428 Elm Street, Nancy's old house and Jesse, our protagonist with the sexually ambiguous name, moves into Nancy's room. Because this is a Nightmare on Elm Street movie, he starts having dreams about Freddy demanding that he kill for him since Nancy fucked up or something like that. To do this, Freddy wants to be inside him. Literally.
Now, you'd never guess it or anything but Jesse has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend like I had a girlfriend in high school. All for show. Anyway, Lisa, said girlfriend, finds Nancy's diary in Jesse's closet which, of course, covers all of her interactions with Freddy. He gets all panicky like a fluffy bunny and brings it to his parents who, of course, argue with him about it so he storms out.
And, somewhere along the line, he shoots dicks out of his mouth.
Now, like any repressed gay kid, Jesse finds himself walking late at night being all pensive and shit. Because this is 1985, he takes himself into a bar where he finds his gym coach who's all decked out in his butch top S&M leathers and ready to ask "hips or lips".
Come to Daddy.
Now, seeing as how they aren't in school or anything, we know why Coach takes Jesse back to school to run some laps as detention. Jesse doesn't but that's because Jesse is a fucking moron. "Hit the showers?" Seriously?
It's OK, though, because Freddy likes a little light bondage and knife play. He slices up Coach but good and leaves his non-existent butt to hang.
The safe-word is banana.
But, when the steam clears, it's Jesse that has the glove on. Of course, he panics like a little bitch and runs away.
In the meantime, not-girlfriend Lisa has done some digging into Krueger and has found the power plant where he worked and brought his victims. At the same time, Freddy pays a call on Jesse's sister but when she wakes up, Jesse's standing over her with the glove.
To counteract these increasingly creeper-like actions, and to try and get the taste of Freddy penis out of his mouth (it had been there during a make-out session with Lisa during her pool party but he LEFT the party and ran straight to his dude-friend's house instead of continuing with his girlfriend because, y'know, dong), Jesse has his bestest buddy Ron watch over him as he sleeps. Not his girlfriend. A dude. Of course, this doesn't work because Ron is an ass who falls asleep right after Jesse does. As soon as Ron's eyes close, Freddy begins clawing his way out of Jesse.
That's gonna leave a mark.
Of course, the door is jammed so Ron's pretty much helpless against Krueger. Duh.
So, Jesse, who had apparently gone to bed at about 1 in the afternoon, legs it over to Lisa's house where her pool party is still... ummm... happening.
When he gets there, though, he takes control of Jesse again and decimates the party.
'Cause this is Thriller...
I think they're gonna be late for school...
So, yeah. This is, of course, the black sheep in the Nightmare family but it's kind of culturally significant. In 1985, not a whole lot of movies outside the art house circuit were about gay anybody. This one, while BARELY outwardly straight, had so much gay subtext they may as well have just come out and said "Hey, Jesse's totally gay." Hell, Mark Patton, the actor portraying Jesse was already out of the closet at that point. The entire movie reads like Marcus Bachmann's autobiography.
In an interview for Attitude magazine, Robert Englund stated that this was all intentional, including the casting of Patton. Patton is apparently an idiot in real life because he said he had no idea (I kid. I've met Patton and he's a doll.) and Shoder didn't even think about it even though David Chaskin's script was written to be extra-gay and Chaskin said so. Kinda like the Fast and Furious movies.
And, seriously, Nightmare 2 wasn't even subtle about it. The claw coming through a girl's breasts makes boobs a threat. Dick tongue. S&M in the showers. Snapping towels and flying balls. The sign on Jesse's door that says "No Chicks". The inordinate amount of time Jesse spends wrestling with Ron.
This movie is gayer than a San Francisco Pride parade.
It's also COMPLETELY hilarious. I mean, it's not a good movie. In fact, it's friggin' awful, but it's definitely that hilarious kind of awful that we all look for.
This one deserves a party with cosmos and finger sandwiches.