This analysis of Friday the 13th is generally spoiler-free. The same can’t be guaranteed for my (or other’s) remarks in the comments section.
This is it. Last stop. Off the bus, everyone: Camp Crystal
Lake, back where we started. We got rustic cabins and canoes, a few houses and
barns, Crystal Lake itself, and a campfire to set up. Sit around, roast some
marshmallows, and let’s tell a few scary stories.[rtimage]MapID=1200552&MapTypeID=2&photo=4&legacy=1[/rtimage]Less a reboot than a greatest hits remix of the first
movies (I’d argue it goes all the way up to
The Final Chapter as this features a
besieged family house), Marcus Nispel’s
Friday the 13th opens with
five teens searching for rumored crops of wild marijuana and their unfortunate
run-in with baghead Jason. (Sleeping bag kill alert!) Six weeks later, Clay
Miller (CW-perennial Jared Padalecki) is combing the Crystal Lake area for his
sister, who is among the missing. But apparently Clay’s getting a little too
close to camp for Jason’s comfort and he begins preying on partying teenagers
and hicks in the area.
The obvious question first: If you and your friends defy
the Tomatometer (the horror!) and watch Marcus Nispel’s Friday the 13th
, are y’all going to have a serviceably good time? Yes.
Next question: Is this the movie fans of classic Friday the
13th — burned for years with lousy sequels, retcons, and general
franchise ineptitude — deserve? Yes.
But do they also deserve a little more? I think so. I think anybody does.[rtimage]MapID=1200552&MapTypeID=2&photo=1&legacy=1[/rtimage]Friday the 13th hits the modern slasher
minimum — glossy production values, some sex, some decent kills, and a nice
helping of gore. This is a competent, if totally uninspired, movie and
describing it as such surprises me considering the director. Come on, Nispel remade the freakin’
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
— a project that seemed doomed from the beginning, yet he delivered with a tense little
flick. How hard could it be to bring back Jason? Well, frankly, it feels like Nispel is holding back. The movie could’ve
been a little more gruesome. A little more shocking. A little more confident in
its exploration of the Voorhees mythos. We get only flashes of brilliance,
slivers of backstory here and there. Because this is a movie obviously with
sequels in mind, there’s no sense of completeness, and while I respect the
movie’s decision to keep the Jason character open, we’ve already been down this
route; the series spiraled completely out of control because writers and
directors were afraid to make any definitive statements on the character. This
was your chance. [rtimage]MapID=1200552&MapTypeID=2&photo=14&legacy=1[/rtimage]Though
we don’t get insight into the why or what of Jason, the movie does present a new
angle on how he kills. Jason is portrayed now as a predator — he sets
up traps around the forest, uses people as bait, and proves his bow and arrow
isn’t there just for decoration. The movie’s creepiest scenes come when we see
Jason unguarded, walking around his encampment with bodies slung over his
shoulder. His careful workmanship carrying corpses around is monstrous yet
Derek Mears plays Jason, mostly modeled after the Richard Brooker Jason of Part
III: fast, agile, while approaching indestructibility. Mears makes the most of
what he has to work with, able to communicate that there is thought process
beneath the mask in addition to the wild aggression of an animal defending his
territory, though Nispel is mostly satisfied in keeping Jason within slasher
convention as the guy who shows up at the worst possible time. We don’t see
Jason shoot the bow and arrow. We just know the arrow came from him. And, at one
point, Jason teleports off-screen onto a rooftop. I believe a man who has lived
in the woods for 30 years can do that. But how great would it have been to see
him actually do it?
As seen in Massacre, Nispel knows how to bring out the
worst in small settings, so I was eager to see him get down and dirty when the
dwindling number of survivors decide to hole up in the family house.
Unfortunately, all Nispel does is let his characters hit levels of stupid that
can only be described as stratospheric. Considering the movies I’ve seen the
last two weeks, that’s saying something.[rtimage]MapID=1200552&MapTypeID=2&photo=20&legacy=1[/rtimage]The movie offers several hypotheses of what makes Jason
tick, though none thoroughly explored. If he wants to be left alone, as one
woman intones, why does he begin attacking people unprovoked? Is he a
psychopath? He heals almost instantly — is he human? Is he a supernatural being,
resurrected by the death of his mother? He seems to be stockpiling the bodies.
For what purpose? Considering the series tendency to go completely insane, it’s
understandable the filmmakers wanted to lay down a multitude of story options
they can pick and choose for later sequels. But focusing on the now, such a
tactic leaves one slightly muddled and dissatisfied.
Look, if you’re out for pure, shut-your-brain-off
thrills, you’re generally going to get it. I don’t think any of the deaths here
will end up on future Best Kills list (a knife impaling a poor
girl’s skull, however, is rather cringe-worthy), but the movie as a whole is polished and
efficient. But if you seek something new that you haven’t seen from a
Friday the 13th movie, or from just being a fan of horror, keep
waiting. It’s been years. What’s a few more?[rtimage]MapID=1200552&MapTypeID=2&photo=7&legacy=1[/rtimage]
Friday the 13th Vital Stats:
My final rankings for the series:
Friday the 13th(1980).
I’m steadfast in my belief in that
The Final Chapter
approaches brilliance. A marriage of technical elegance, fun characters, and
gothic horror. I’m actually eager to watch this again sometime in the
Freddy vs Jason is great big bloody fun.
I’ll likely watch this again within a few
The original is quaint and charming.
Part III is infectious in its
gleeful stupidity. This reboot and
Part 2 are similar in that they’re
serviceable if somewhat generic. And the rest of the list starts with
mild disinterest, gradually plummeting into total abhorrence.
I was eager to watch these movies to track the series’
gradual evolution from murder-mystery to monster slasher. I had seen most of the
movies and subsequently forgot everything about them, but what did remain was
this smoldering fondness for the Jason character. The same fondness I think a
lot of people have for him, even if they aren’t self-confessed fans of the
movie. Did we need a reboot? I think so — the franchise had simply taken on too
much water to continue on and we want our silent maniacs to live on forever. Not
to become artifacts of an era. It’s a relief to know that a man (or zombie or
ghost of retribution or whatever he is) who has made a home in the woods still
has relevance as an icon, not matter how much things change or how much the
world moves away from him.
And that ends this marathon. Readers and commenters, thank you for following
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