A monster wakes up on set, and the cameras keep rolling.
The studio lights hum over a talk show, the air thick with hairspray and anticipation. Robert Englund, in full Freddy costume, emerges to a roar of applause. Heather Langenkamp, playing herself, manages a smile, but her knuckles are white on the armrest. In this moment, performance bleeds uncomfortably into reality, and fame becomes the ...
