Having been defeated for the sixth time, the now undead Jason Vorhees lies on the bottom of Crystal Lake. Alas for the teenagers of the local community, and for the people who watch this film, an errant boat anchor drags a live electrical cable onto Jason's body, and the machete wielding maniac is soon scrounging up a new hockey mask and back to his usual serial murdering shenanigans. The movie's alleged selling point: this time he does it on a boat cruise and (when the movie is two-thirds over) ends up in New York.
When I reviewed the deeply ordinary Friday the 13th, Part VI back in November last year, I took comfort from the thought that it would be a whole nine months until I had to sit down and watch this even bigger turkey. But alas, the time has come.
Because here, in Part VIII, the Friday franchise hits its nadir. Now, some people might try to tell you 2001's Jason X is worse, but those people are wrong. Jason X is merely very, very bad. This film can't even keep Jason's motivations straight, and we're talking about a character who only has one motivation: killing folks. And then there's the ending, involving the nightly release of toxic waste into the NYC sewer system. Which, even if that was actually a thing, begs the question of why toxic waste can stop Jason when being literally dead cannot.
Awful, and not even in a so-awful-it-is-funny way.
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