
As any good horror fan knows, Jason Voorhees literally burst onto the big screen at the end of the very first
Friday the 13th in 1980. Although he wasn’t the killer in the original film (that role was of course filled by Mommie Dearest, a.k.a. Mrs. Voorhees), Jason went on to slay hundreds of victims in the eleventy billion sequels that followed. But when everyone’s favorite hockey mask-wearing murderer wound up in space in
Jason X and fought a grudge match with the Shecky Greene of serial killers in
Freddy vs. Jason, it was clear the franchise had run its course.
But now we’re in the middle of a big remake craze. Leatherface and Michael Myers have both had a chance to carve their way into the hearts of a new generation of horror fans. So, it was only a matter of time before good ole Jason got his turn. He hits the big screen, hard, in a brand-new
Friday the 13th that opened today, natch.
It’s directed by Marcus Nispel and produced by Michael Bay and the Platinum Dunes studio, the team responsible for the
Texas Chainsaw Massacre redo a few years back. That film was more of a straight-ahead remake, with a few new twists and turns. This one is very different. It’s not a true remake of the original or even the second film in the series, nor is it another in the long line of sequels. Instead, it’s a complete reboot of the franchise.

The action picks up just about where the first film wraps up. Creepy Mrs. Voorhees confronts the last living counselor at Camp Crystal Lake. But instead of belonging to a new batch of kids who are helping reopen the camp, the teen is one of the original counselors Mrs. V. blames for her son’s drowning. Things go just as you might expect. Mrs. V. tries to kill the girl and loses her head instead. But there’s one new twist on the familiar scene. Nearby, young, deformed Jason crouches in the woods and witnesses his mother’s beheading. So much like Rob Zombie’s retelling of
Halloween, Nispel supplies a reason why the boy grows up to become the slasher we all know and love. From there, the prologue cuts to the present day, as a bunch of campers arrive at Crystal Lake to get some nookie and find some weed implausibly growing in the woods. Their arrival soon sets Jason (nicely portrayed by Derek Mears) off on his own killing spree, and away we go.

It’s just a shame that we don’t go anywhere interesting. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot to recommend in this movie. The
Friday films weren’t exactly known for their intricate plots, but the storyline in Damian Shannon and Mark Swift's script is threadbare at best. It also hinges on just about every character behaving like a complete idiot when they're not jumping across the copious plot holes. These folks make every stupid mistake in the book (by the way, who wrote that book, it stinks) from wandering off alone to dropping their weapons.
And the characters are so cardboard, it’s a wonder they have the strength to stand upright. Naturally, we have a hero and a good girl, plus a clueless sheriff, a couple stoners and an utter asswipe. But, we also have a slut, a skank
and a ho, if you can believe it. I’ll leave it to you to figure out which is which.

Of course, this is a slasher movie we’re talking about, so stereotypical characters are somewhat to be expected. But, it’s also to be expected that we’d get a decent final girl, or even a cool final boy, the one character with some substance that you root for all the way because she or he is sure to make it to the end. Jared Padalecki tries his hardest, but the script doesn’t give him much to do. Mostly, he mopes a lot and looks confused. Frankly, the
Supernatural star deserved better. And Amanda Righetti and Danielle Panabaker are the only other actors to make an impression, but it’s not exactly a lasting one.

Even worse, the kills aren’t very creative. There are a couple of doozies, including a sleeping bag/campfire trap and one bit where Jason forces a guy to stab himself. And a nice gory mess is made when someone steps into a bear trap. But for the most part, Jason relies on his machete far too much, which is a real shame when there are so many other implements readily available. For instance, a scene in a tool shed has a buzz saw that’s just hanging there and is never turned on. That’s a real failure of imagination, J. The recent
My Bloody Valentine remake had a lot more fun killing off its characters. Also, Nispel did a much better job building suspense in
Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Watching that film, I was on the edge of my seat waiting for Leatherface to start slicin’ and dicin’. Here, it's pretty easy to guess where Jason will turn up and when.

But the news isn’t all grim. Although
Friday the 13th (2009) doesn’t live up to the original film, it is better than the truly terrible sequels that followed and not nearly as annoying as Rob Zombie's aforementioned
Halloween.
The movie also has several cool touches. I enjoyed finding out how Jason gets that hockey mask of his. I also liked getting a glimpse of his lair (complete with an underground dungeon/mine, I guess digging for gold was one of the activities at Camp Crystal Lake) and an idea about how he’s been living all these years. It’s a shame that some of those concepts weren’t fleshed out a bit more. Jason also develops an interesting connection with one of his victims that unfortunately never leads anywhere. It feels like a lot of build up that goes bust at the end. So, while I wish I could say “thank God, it’s Friday,” Saturday the 14th can’t come soon enough.
Best Line: “You’re lucky, I came about this close to hittin’ the start button on the whup ass machine.”
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