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!"