Every one of the dozen reviews is positive, and most critics land in the same place: the idea carries the film. A killer who reaches teenagers through their sleep is what the reviews return to, and several credit it with reviving a slasher genre that was running out of road. The praise clusters on the dream sequences and the practical effects that stage them: the opening attack on Tina, the blood pouring from the bed, Freddy’s impossibly long arms. Robert Englund’s gleeful turn as Krueger is singled out too.
The spread is narrow and the reservations small. Variety and Empire both find the finale weak, and Time Out thinks the subtext wanders. Collider concedes that camp and dated effects blunt the scares for a modern audience. Slant and Eye for Film note that Freddy grows clownish in the sequels, a complaint about the franchise rather than the film. The 1984 notices are the most restrained; the warmest verdicts come from critics looking back.
