Director: Rob Hedden
Cast: Jensen Daggett, Scott Reeves, Barbara Bingham, Kane Hodder
Have I Seen It Before: Never. For some reason, I felt like I had to subject myself to the rest of the films in the series before I could finally fulfill the ambitions of a five-year-old.
I remember the ad campaign for the film in that heady age of the summer of 1989, helped considerably by the fact that I captured—while recording Batman (1966) on VHS—the 30 second spot that opened with “New York, New York”* before becoming about Jason Voorhees (Hodder, returning from the last film). That thing so captured my imagination as the kind of scary movie that true grown ups, sophisticates that they are, go to the cinema to experience.
Did I Like It: I’m a man now. I guess. I’ve seen it.
This film is reviled by the fanbase of the series. Never mind that there is a fanbase for this series, and they almost certainly have to be populated by the kind of people you never hope to encounter down a dark alleyway. I submit this question to you: Aside from possibly being in search for a more accurate title, is the film really any worse than the rest of the series? I’m serious, I think most complaints would vanish in vapor if the film was called Friday the 13th - Part VIII: Jason Goes On A Cruise, After Which He Spends An Abbreviated Third Act, Mostly In Times Square, Which Nobody Really Counts As Manhattan Anyway, Oh. Yeah. Also, Jason Melts In The Daily Midnight Flood Of Toxic Waste That Flows Under Times Square In The Days Before Giuliani.
But that would lack poetry, wouldn’t it?
*At least, I think it had that. It very well could have been “Rhapsody in Blue”, but it feels like that would be just a hair to esoteric for the audience who might be into seeing an eighth film in this series. Memory is a funny thing, isn’t it?