Movie: Deadly Blessing (1981)
When film historians discuss the legacy of horror master Wes Craven, whether today or years from now, the films they’ll no doubt cite with reverence are The Last House On The Left, The Hills Have Eyes, A Nightmare On Elm Street, and Scream. The director’s bizarre, altogether inept misfire Deadly Blessing, or any of the other films on our Craven-dissing list from last year, doesn’t stand a chance in Freddy Krueger’s dream-hell in making the conversation. Not unless the scholars redirect the chat to one Sharon Stone, the classic blonde sexpot who had the misfortune of signing onto a bad Craven film, the aforementioned Deadly Blessing. An optimist could look at it this way, though: How many other actresses can say that Wes Craven made them taste a spider in their mouth for a poor movie’s random, logic-free dream sequence?