AKA Reservoir Hunde.
A group of bank robbers with dumb names talk shit, fuck up and bicker while the gut shot "good guy" slowly bleeds out. But like, you know... in one take... and there's a girl.
At first I thought this was the ugliest film I'd ever seen, looking somewhere between the ironic post internet videos spewing from my local Art School and a feature length episode of LazyTown. I was ready to turn it off (for the second time) after ten minutes, but then I realised it was also the gayest film I'd ever seen and decided to persevere. It's like if Gregg Araki had suffered a severe head trauma and was then allowed to…
Saying this is the best film McG has ever made isn't saying much and like most of his films it's aimed squarely at the 13yr old boy market.
It's basically Home Alone with a wannabe Patrick Bateman and some satanists... Just not quite that good. But it's also not terrible, sure it drags a little near the end and feels a little longer than it is, and the random social media style stickers it throws up over the screen like a budget Scott Pilgrim made me cringe. But it paired well with last nights leftover curry and stale beer.
Spoiler alert! Jason is a fucking Deadite!
The Final Friday casually ties Jason to the Evil Dead mythos and places Crystal Lake in the same universe as Freddy Krueger's Elm Street and honestly... It explains a lot.
Although it inexplicably adds the family ties aspect of Halloween's Michael Myers to Jason's character and steals liberally from both Cronenberg and other Carpenter films it does so with such unabashed glee and a few knowing winks that I'll not only forgive it…