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                come on, do I really have to give reasons? Surely
                everyone at some point has wished that they could
                put knives on their hand and slaughter shallow
                American teenagers for little or no reason? No?
                Suit yourself. REASON
                1: The afore-mentioned knives Well
                obviously they're great for playing the title
                role in a bloody evening of murderous fun, but
                having blades on your hand also has a great many
                practical uses about the home. Most notably in
                the areas of cookery and gardening, but if you
                want to squeeze some pus from a few of your
                gaping sores then this way you don't get cack all
                over your hands. Thing is, you have to remember
                not to thump your chest during a particularly
                passionate speech, as you'll end up in hospital
                with a punctured cardiac muscle. The added
                embarrassment of this is that concerned hospital
                staff may put you on the waiting list for a skin
                graft while you're under anaesthetic. REASON
                2: Scaring the bejeesus out of people This
                links on from that last bit. Scaring people is
                always a guaranteed laugh and a half. Nothing
                says 'pray' like a face full of weepy sores and a
                tendency to stare at people while grinning
                unsettlingly. People with skin grafts just don't
                cut it. Of course, if you were undergoing a skin
                graft there'd be the unforeseen worry of
                precisely where the boffins would actually graft
                skin from, but then we've never seen Freddy's
                arse, have we? Or his winkie, for that matter.
                And I suppose we should thank heaven for small
                mercies. I don't know why, but it's always been
                clear to me that Freddy Krueger is one of those
                disgruntled fellas with a very small winkie. But
                back to the subject of scaring people, it's
                always pleasurable (some might say 'orgasmic') to
                make self-satisfied teenage bimbos cry. I'd wipe
                the smiles off their smug little faces. Quite
                literally. REASON
                3: That jumper Awwwwwww
                yeah. Dig that sweater, baby. Red and green
                should never be seen? Pah! Say that to a guy
                who's plucking your kidneys from their designated
                positions. Surely a major perk of being a mad
                psycho supernatural murderer has to be the
                wherewithal to wear whatever the hell you like
                without being patronized by camp young men
                strutting up and down in pink suits. Of course, a
                woolly jumper would probably chafe merrily
                against third-degree burns, but for me this is
                mitigated by the fact that you can stand in front
                of the coloured liquorice stand in a sweet shop
                and be rendered completely unseen. They didn't
                show the jumper much in Wes Craven's New
                Nightmare. He wore that big black coat too much,
                if you ask me. Justice to the jumper! Too many
                murderers wear big black coats, more murderers
                who wear jumpers please! REASON
                4: That hat Not
                as important as that jumper but still a pretty
                snazzy article of clothing, Freddy's infamous hat
                contrasted beautifully with his jumper. Surely
                the whole point of the hat was that he didn't
                wear a big black coat as well, which are quite
                frankly made for this sort of hat. Freddy was
                instantly recognisable because he wore a hat
                which demanded big coat but went big-coat-less.
                This effect was spoilt somewhat in New Nightmare
                when the K-man was seen wearing both hat and big
                coat, but he lost the hat in one of his early
                scenes and it was never seen again. Last seen in
                that bitch woman's bedroom. REASON
                5: Job satisfaction You
                get the opportunity to stuff the gonads of some
                high-school twat down the throat of that very
                same high-school twat, and you get to make corny
                one-liners which, surely, no-one's ever going to
                hear except you and people who'll be dead in
                seconds, who don't count. Throw in a pension plan
                and you need never frown again! Of course,
                there's the occasional hiccup when some of the
                very kids you're supposed to be tormenting defeat
                you, or at least appear to do so. When that
                happens, you just need to console yourself that
                everyone from the last film snuffs it in the next
                sequel. Score! REASON
                6: The ability to give even the most
                mundane phrases a fearsome ring by the simple
                addition of the word 'bitch' "Mr.
                Kipling makes exceedingly good cakes,
                bitch!" WHY
                BEING FREDDY KREUGER WOULDN'T KICK ARSE REASON
                1: Omnipotence What?
                I hear you cry. Why wasn't this in the other
                list? OK it makes life easier, but frankly when
                compared to the knives, the hat, the 'bitch', and
                of course the jumper, it just doesn't measure up.
                OK, so you can do absolutely anything. OK, so you
                set all the ground rules and you hold all the
                cards. But doesn't this sort of take the
                challenge out of life? Doesn't it take the
                excitement out of the kill and the chase? Of
                course, the fact that you'll never see the below
                exchange in any of his films is testament to the
                fact that he's got an admirable sense of
                sportsmanship. NIGHTMARE
                ON ELM STREET 8: THE SLOW DAY (Freddy
                in a deckchair. Enter horde of teenagers) TEENAGERS:
                We've got holy water and crucifixes and can-do
                spirit! Surrender, demon! (Freddy
                waves a hand, teenagers instantly disentegrate) FREDDY:
                Oh, god, I'm so BORED! REASON
                2: Life of Freddy OK,
                if you want to be Freddy you obviously can't be
                an undead dream spirit straight away. You'd have
                to be alive for a little while beforehand. Yes,
                you'd have to live for forty-odd years as a puny,
                fallible, silly little mortal. You've got to live
                through whatever made Freddy want to grow up to
                be a child murderer (which can't have been fun),
                then there's the passing distraction of murdering
                children for a short while, and then of course
                there's your horrible fiery death at the hands of
                disgruntled parents. Ah well, the bit after that
                makes up for everything. REASON
                3: Having a very small winkie OK,
                let's stop there, I'm getting rather disturbing
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