First posted in
a different form
on January 18, 2014
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.
It seem silly bringing this up if your reading these reviews chronologically, but once again, if you have no idea in the world what I meant by Final Girl, might I suggest boning up on the topic with my little essay on Slasher flicks before hitting the next part of this series? It might help.
Then again, as incoherent as my writing sometimes gets, it might not.
That all said, on the next page there’s a new camp opening, with new councilors come to test the knives of the killer.
And the patience of the viewer…