Rebooting the Man in the Ski Mask

Yes, Jason is back and along with him the formulaic Friday the 13th franchise that we have come to love and hate, at times.

The opening fifteen minutes showed a lot of promise. The usual adventurous teenagers trying to find marijuanaheaven come across a deranged maniacal psycho killer and one by one drop like flies. The kills were swift and imaginative from a half naked woman hanged upside down on a sack torched over the campfire to his lover whose head was quickly detached with a machete-type of weapon.

From there, it gets a bit of a drag. Another group of vacationeers camp into a guest house and their adventures in the forest suddenly eliminates them one by one. Even the breast exposures cannot save the lengthy uneventful sequences. There was the opening silicone breast sequence, the waterskiing topless lunatic hot chick, and best of all that fully bloomed woman on top blessed the natural cup DDDDs. (I bet you will see this movie due to the previous sentence, well that was the highlight of the movie)

Maybe the film was a fail for me, after watching a lot of Jason movies, since I was kind of expecting an origins story. How did Jason get his mask, why does he have a hunger to kill, and how did he survive the drowning? And why doesn't he ever die?

Well at least they showed in the first frames his trauma of experiencing his own mother's gory death, with the head detaching from its neck. This is why I thought it had some promise from the start, but what we get is another formulaic, forgettable Friday the 13th which is full of gory violence, teenage lust, and more mobile and agile Jason (who shows a bit of smart savvy with his bells and all) but lacks that new story so to speak.

Just another Friday the 13th, with the 13 body count, after all.