A counselor training center gets training of the horrific kind as Jason Voorhees comes a-calling.
The second trip to Crystal Lake doesn’t work as well as the first. While the characters are a little less irritating here, they are still little more than cardboard cut outs. Added to this, there’s no real terror or horror involved. Just a series of Jump Scares that on reflection are almost insultingly dumb. When you add an inconclusive end to the mix, that’s makes for a bad movie (0.5 points).
Thing is, as much as this movie irritated me (and it did irritate me a great deal), I can’t say I disliked it. In fact, I left it feeling rather fond of it. Like it was an old friend. An old, really stupid, obnoxious, why the hell do I like this person kind of friend. (1.5 points).
Dunno. Maybe I watched it too soon after watching The Undertaker and His Pals. Maybe I spent too much time watching this one and it’s sort of the Bad Movie equivalent of Stockholm’s Syndrome. Saner people’s mileage might vary.
Overall Score: 2 total point out of a possible 4
The second film happens to be the first Friday the 13th. It covers the end of that film and even reveals the not-so-secret killer’s identity. So if you haven’t seen that one and want to enter it spoiler free, don’t read this review.
And here we go again, back to Crystal Lake.
With this film we finally meet that loveable lug Jason Voorhees. He isn’t quite right yet — no hockey mask — but that won’t slow him down much I’m sure. At least, not any more than death did.
Before we begin, let me reiterate a few germane points. To start with I am not a fan of Slasher flicks, nor am I a fan of this particular series. Should the score above be higher than 2 points (I am writing this before viewing) it should suggest something. Whether it’s about the quality of the film or how my tastes have declined in my old age I will leave to the reader to decide.
Finally a couple of words: Final Girl. If you have no idea in the world what I meant by that, might I suggest boning up on the topic with my little essay on Slasher flicks. It might help.
Then again, as incoherent as my writing sometimes gets, it might not.
That all said, there’s a new camp opening, with new councilors come to test the knives of the killer and the patience of the viewer…