A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 2010

Also: why I had to re-name my room

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2010 is one of my top horror films (sharing love-space with The Shining 1980, Suspiria and The Lost Boys).

Since I had been counting down the days till the midnight premier, excited beyond reasonable doubt, of course I went drunk full of Taco Bell. And by of course I mean it was a stupid decision. At least the horror in my tummy made up for the on-screen scares I was missing in my Malibu/marinated chicken haze.

To the point: The movie has forced me to give my room a new nickname.

In the house I currently rent, my room is called The Batcave , as it is wall-to-wall Dark Knight posters (with a few Batman Begins and Arkham Asylum sundries thrown in for good measure). For a year it has been called "The Cave" for short.

The Cave is also the name of the hole-in-the-wall where Freddy Kreuger was alleged to have done sex-offender things to preschoolers.

So when I got home from the movies and said I was going to retreat to "The Cave," it was quite the dark hysterical moment. For those who have seen the movie, you may appreciate that my housemate suggested I take my current crush into my room, raise a claw hand and say, "I'm your girlfriend now!"

So if you're curious where the title of this blog comes from, see the above picture. It's not my favorite book, but it's written by one of my favorite authors. I cite her compilation Dangerous Angels as a "book" favorite, which is totally cheating because it's five books in one. Can't say which in there is my true favorite, but I know I love the first story-- Weetize Bat (and the only one written in the lovely 1980s)-- since it's the one I've read the most. The author of the books, Francesca Lia Block, is the daughter of a poet and a painter, which explains, or at least accurately describes, her writing: it's not prose so much as poetic genre paintings, although the day-to-day she describes is her vision of a trip-tastic, hippie-driven LA, CA. Love it.