Notably perhaps for being the gayest horror movie ever made (and potentially for being one of the gayest movies, period), “Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge” has gotten most of its attention for this sub-textual reading and not for the actual, you know, movie itself. And that’s because the movie’s storyline, which unwisely brings Freddy to the real world in the goofiest way imaginable (pool party!), is pretty dopey.
But looking at the movie as the story of a man battling with his own closeted homosexuality gives it far more dimension and verve; it goes a long way in explaining why there’s a lengthy scene set in a leather bar.
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