Those Samurais sure do love their Crocs.
Decided to put this on even though I can barely remember the first one. I'm about two thirds through now and have just realised, I have already watched this. A forgettable film is pretty bad but a forgettable franchise... Oaft, stick to the Impossible Missions Tom.
Update: I fell asleep 10 mins later.
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…
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.