He’s back, he’s the man behind the mask. That’s right, it’s that special day that comes along only a few times a year, like Christmas, it’s Friday the 13th! The Friday the 13th slasher series is my favorite in the horror genre because it’s that right mixture of good and bad that’s fun to watch while not being too heavy handed. With that in mind, I present to you my top 5 Friday the 13th movies!
1) Friday the 13th (1980) – The original gets the top spot because even though it’s doesn’t actually feature Jason Voorhees, it does feature a sort of mood and tension that probably springs from its low budget beginnings. A big reveal at the end and a creative body count to set a precedent for the rest of the series makes this a worthy first entry. Plus, the first time I saw the final reveal of young Jason at the end I jumped more than any movie had ever made me, before or since. Just the false sense of security you’re lulled in to, you might expect something to happen, but it takes just long enough to get you.
2) Part 4 – The Final Chapter was about as final as Final Fantasy, but it has something resembling a real story with the Corey Feldman character and some good deaths, including this one:
3) Part 6 – Jason Lives had Jason go straight-up supernatural, and we were all the better for it. This was straight forward and the ridiculous Alice Cooper theme inspired the opening line of this article.
4) Part 2 – While Jason has a ridiculous burlap sack over his head, this was still in the infancy of the series, when the movies seemed like they might want to be more tied together and, if not “down to earth”, at least short of the self parody they became.
5) Part 8 – Jason Takes Manhattan. Like I was saying about self parody… This is one of the “so bad it’s good” cheese-fests of a movie I can enjoy watching because it’s not good but also not taking itself too seriously. Uppercut decapitation? Check. Mirrored dance hall murder? Check. Melting in NY sewer water? Check and check.
Part 5. Jason’s not there, characters that matter even a little aren’t there, my interest’s not there. It takes a special kind of bad to be part of a series of movies that aren’t that good and are more focused on body count than actual drama and still be the worst by comparison. Here’s to ya, dirty dumb kid with the chocolate all over the face. You probably deserved the ax in the back.