But off the bat, there's the one obvious vulnerability in Freddy's power: Aside from the occasional possession and mind control, the Springwood Slasher can't really get you until you're in a deep sleep. In the later films, the characters realize this and resort to an experimental, hard-to-fget drug called Hypnocil, which prevents sleepers from reaching their REM cycles. After all, how else could a bunch of suburban teenagers possibly drug themselves into a temporary void? By smoking a shit-ton of weed?

Well ... yeah.

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"These nugs might not be dank enough, but it's a risk we have to take."

According to several studies and doctors, weed totally annihilates your REM sleep. This means that all a tormented teen needs to do to avoid the janitor claw is save up for some killer golden leaf. I'm talking Purple Kush shit, or failing that, some ditch Indica. Really, anything will do it -- Durban Poison, Gorilla Glue #4, Alaskan Thunder Fuck -- if you smoke enough, the legal and health risk of being blazed every evening is hardly comparable to getting turned into a screaming marionette or being eaten by your toaster or some bullshit. Had someone thought to toke up, this entire franchise would be Freddy practicing cackles in the echo-y loneliness of his netherworld boiler room.

But I guess even a universe of hellspawn and dream-grapples remains in the talons of a pill-pushing Big Pharma. Then again, there are times when pills are your friends ...

We also know from the novel and film that after each Eat Prey Love binge, the Dancing Clown is forced to hibernate for 30 years in his underground Maine cocoon. This is why our child protagonists are only able to go back and kill the creature once they're middle-aged adults -- and even then, they manage to almost get bested by their own worst fears. It's a constant struggle throughout the story, as each character musters bravery from deep within in order to stave off certain digestion ... which is weird, because this story takes place in the goddamn pinnacle years of Prozac, Valium, and Xanax. You know, all drugs that are well-known for reducing fear.

Seriously, why aren't these characters doped to the eyeballs? Sure, popping pills might make them a bit slower, but when you're dealing with a creature that can apparently be bested with a goddamn slingshot, it's not like you need every wit about you.

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Shooting a slingshot with your eyes closed and shooting a slingshot with your eyes closed while hopped on pills aren't that different. Trust us.

Pennywise is beaten by what are basically the loose contents of a child's backpack -- an asthma puffer and the aforementioned slingshot. The reason these items work is that the protagonists believe they will -- the inhaler's albuterol is falsely asserted to be "battery acid, you slime," and Pennywise reacts as if it were that. You know what else people believe will hurt other things? A fucking gun. Use a gun, you idiots. Get doped up and shoot the pale weirdo right in his ding-a-ling clown head. It's not hard.

It's a terrifying movie that I can't praise enough while simultaneously picking apart like a crow's dinner. Because in both of the cases pictured above, the creature has to physically break into homes to attack. And later in the movie, we witness it smashing a window with a rock like a desperate junkie ...

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... before changing form and knocking on a locked door.

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"Uh ... candygram?"

Yes, the scary invisible fuckubus abides to the physical properties of the world. We see this consistently in the film, as characters barricade doors and booby-trap houses with sound warnings. So if it has trouble with wooden doors and noisy wind chimes ... imagine what a walk-in freezer would do to it. Or a jail cell. Or a pantry. Or hey, remember that big pool they lure the monster to? Why not drain the water and pull the ladder up when it jumps in? Can it get out of a drainage ditch? What's its approach to hedge mazes? It seems to have trouble with bed sheets and bullets, so how does it deal with 20 cubic yards of wet cement?

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Can it morph into a ladder and climb itself out?

And if things get dodgy while exploring these options, you can always bide time with an extended car trip to hooker town -- or better yet, a round trip to Sydney, Australia for a quickie. Considering that the average walking speed is a little over 3 mph, that would give you over four months to plan your next move while Walkie McHumpmurder creepily treads across the bottom of the Pacific.

How many of these undead creatures could have been frightened away with an adorable meow? Our heroes never find out, because they immediately abandon the best weapon they have.

And hell, why not avoid battling skeletons altogether and stick those magic urns they have to protect in a room filled with cats? Imhotep can't be powerful enough to withstand cats without sucking the life force of a few key people, so why aren't those key people double-fisting cats everywhere they go? It's baffling to think that the next scene immediately after discovering this wasn't a cat-buying montage where they all hole up in some festering pussy den.

And speaking of kittens ...

That's right, the legendary immortal being who has resonated within our horror culture for a century can be thwarted with a fucking moat. If Dracula needed to murder someone on Martha's Vineyard, he'd have to pay for the ferry like everyone else. There's a very real chance that a garden hose would send him running -- as a handful of vampiric variations involve a weakness to all running water.

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Blade could have used this the whole movie.

And that's not the only stupid problem for this loser -- according to the original lore, Dracula can be trapped in his own coffin if a wild rose branch is placed on top of it. It's unclear if there's a mystical element involved, or if he's just laughably weak.

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Turns out the Mr. Burns version of the character is the most accurate so far.

So if you ever need to kill a vampire, check the ground for some loose shrubbery and you're golden to teabag his coffin while he weeps inside.

Didja catch it? Here's a hint: it comes in a little bottle and roughly makes up 80 percent of Chief Brody's internal fluids. It's in his blood when he finds Ben Gardner's boat. It's in his blood when he cuts open the first shark. And boy is it in his blood when he faces off against our finned behemoth at the end. In fact, the final climax of this movie is immediately preceded by a sequence where all three main characters get song-singing shitty for breakfast.

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It was definitely in the actors' blood while shooting this scene.

Yes, booze (and the fact that it makes everyone dumb) is the real antagonist of this movie. As we've previously mentioned, Quint's boat wasn't exactly the best option for catching and/or killing a great white shark. It's old and splintery and contains three sudsy maniacs hucking barrels into the sea like a blitzed Donkey Kong.

They are bad shark hunters. Especially since in real life, killing a shark isn't that hard. You rope it, pull it out of the water, and let it suffocate or strangle itself. Heck -- sharks die from accidentally tangling in nets so often that it's a serious risk to the species. Why do you think they are endangered? It's not because they're hard to kill. In fact, a few years ago, a Great White died from being beaten to death by a fisherman. Just for the heck of it.

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That's terrible, as is the fact that we'd watch a movie about Quint punching a shark for 90 minutes.

Go back and watch all those movies again. In every case, the shark meets its demise through a combination of last-minute MacGyvering and cartoonishly blind luck at the hands of ill-equipped people who have no business hunting it. That's why it's a challenge -- not because the villain is super-powered or evil, but because the heroes are drunk and/or incompetent. Sorry everyone, but sharks are weak babies and Brody sucks at fishing. Now excuse me while I take a shame shower for ever saying that.

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