The premise of the movie finds a few of the survivors, who have now taken up motocross…for some reason, venturing back into the same bit of desert that they were massacred in eight years prior only to find that a few of the coyote people have survived and start picking them off one by one. Weirdly, the film feels like less of a Hills movie and more like Jason in the desert. It could be that Harry Manfredini, composer of nearly all the Friday the 13th movies, lent the score for this film, but even in structure it is like those films. There are many moments where you have the lone character backing around harshly shadowed sets to be pulled under a bus by an unseen killer, or grabbed through a window. I have a feeling that as Craven was filming the movie, he was getting heavy pressure from the suits to make it more Jason-y because that was what they felt movie goers wanted as this was being filmed, but even by the mid-eighties Paramount was trying to rid itself of the whole Jason vibe, because it was a tired formula. And, by the time Nightmare hit, the Jason films became much more steeped in the supernatural because Craven brought forth that craze with Freddy.