Of course, of course. 😍
Ah, those good old days. 😢
We first sat through the opening act back in elementary school, huddled around a TV at a friend's birthday party... then, from fifth grade all the way through eighth, we made it a bit of an annual tradition to pick out a different horror flick to watch every single year.
The horrors haunting Elm Street... Gremlin (1)... Friday the 13th (unknown part).
I feel like we all sat through *Gremlin* back in '87, didn't we? It feels like a lifetime ago. Honestly, looking back seventeen years from now, that whole era is going to seem absolutely prehistoric. 😲
I hadn't actually sat down to watch The Second part until yesterday.
All things considered, it serves as a rather convenient little vessel for nostalgia, I suppose.
It’s quite a different experience when you look back at things through the lens of being seventeen years older; everything takes on a completely different shade of meaning, haha.
feralhawk10 said:Even now, I can’t help but recall that one Gremlin with the balloon, acting like an absolute menace to society!😁
Ready?
I find myself quite taken by the comparison between both sequels, especially since I only managed to catch The Second one just yesterday for the very first time.
The exhibitionist made quite an appearance in The Second as well, though if you look closely at the Phoenix Face, you can practically see that "I already played this card in the previous installment" expression written all over it. 😁).
It’s essentially just a retread of that whole "this happened to me when I was a little girl" narrative she loves to lean on, which they’ve recycled once again for this sequel; honestly, watching Zach roll his eyes at the whole thing was probably the most relatable part. 😁
Stepping away from my usual cinematic nostalgia—specifically when it comes to how this ties into the broader landscape of American filmmaking—there’s a glaring issue here. If you look at the first installment, where we were essentially just dealing with Snow White, it felt cohesive, but this sequel? It was nothing more than a tedious, pedantic exercise in being difficult for the sake of it.
From the Dudley Do-Right comparisons and the studio politics—if I recall correctly, the first sequel wasn't actually a Warner Bros. production, which probably explains the chaos—to that ridiculous moment where the film strip physically snaps mid-scene, and then there’s the whole meta bit where they start referencing themselves, like seeing the movie Gremlin inside the movie Gremlin... it was all done with that distinct, manic Woody Allen flair. Honestly, despite how absurdly self-indulgent it felt, I found it absolutely, thoroughly entertaining. 😁
Honestly, when it comes to horror, there isn't even a shred of substance worth mentioning here.
Navigating Strava on Elm Street is an absolute nightmare.
Whenever I look back at what I used to watch growing up, it’s almost overwhelming how much things have changed. 😁)