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Monday, 23 June
Voorhees A Jolly Good Fellow

A confession: for reasons that defy all comprehension, the wife and I actually spent time yesterday watching--o my heart--Jason X. Yes, that would be Friday the 13th Mows Down Teen Space Meat, its lesser-known working title. Why did we do this? I don't know; we were free to leave, take a walk, go get a drink, make love, conquer small equatorial dictator states, anything but watch that movie. But watch it we did.

Trying to describe it is a useless affair. I mean, the best scene in the movie featured good old Jason beating a girl to death in her sleeping bag using another girl in another sleeping bag to bludgeon her on a campground. But then you'll say, "In space?" And I'll have to mumble something stupid about holograms, and you'll say, "So he's killing fake women? Who cares?" And I'll reply, "You know who's been pissing me off lately? Equatorial dictator states."

I don't think I'll be impressing anyone by saying that I was a few steps ahead of this movie. At one point, some soldier idiots are trying to track Jason down, and are, unfortunately for them of course finding him. One guy I see walk by a gigantic vertical augur-bit thing (because in THE FUTURE people will have DUMB ARCHITECTURAL IDEAS that people like filmmakers don't feel the need to EXPLAIN), and I say, "You know that guy is going to wind up impaled on that stupid-ass thing." Duh. Three minutes later, Jason has tossed him onto the bit like a crudite, and with that loving gore-porn kind of tracking shot, I'm treated to him slowly spinning down the bit. Moments later, he is discovered and reported by another female corpse-to-be, and the commander asks his condition. "Screwed!" I howl. "He's screwed," the aspiring cadaverette dutifully repeats. "I could write these things!" I yell, and then realize that this is the artistic equivalent of claiming to have mastered the gas pump.

It must be said that the Friday the 13th movies more or less adhere to Joe Bob Briggs' dictum regarding sequels: If you're going to make a sequel, make the exact same movie all over again. Ft13 has taken pains not to mess with this structure: gather a bunch of hot youngsters (please include one stoner dolt), one or two older adults (who will be stupid and evil) and a virtuous heroine. Make sure everyone gets good and poled early on in the film except the virtuous heroine just so everyone remembers that hearty fucking = a well-deserved death. Then mixmaster everyone into pate except the virtuous heroine and maybe one other person, before the final ambiguous ending showing the "death" of our Favorite Unkillable Goalie. I assume these films really give our Canadian friends up north the shrieking whim-whams. I'm surprised they haven't sent Jason to Flin Flon yet. Jason Pucks Shit Up. Or Highschticking.

Jesus. I may have my first screenplay here. What the fuck am I doing pumping gas?

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methinks you neglected the credits...

Need I say more?

Comment number: 003164   Posted by: Deej Vile on June 23, 2003 10:35 PM from IP:

Now you told us how the story went!!! Now what am I going to watch this weekend!!!

Comment number: 003165   Posted by: anna on June 24, 2003 02:52 AM from IP:

That was priceless! I can't say I've ever been able to watch a F13th movie, but I used to be a big Freddy fan - and the premise to those sequels are the same as well. Except I don't think there were 365 sequels to Nightmare on Elm Street. I think there were only 4 or 5. I say, take the ball and run with it...we need a #6!

Comment number: 003166   Posted by: Stacey on June 24, 2003 06:43 AM from IP:

I haven't seen Ft13 4 through 9. I can't watch Jason X or I'd be lost.

Comment number: 003167   Posted by: KOTWF on June 24, 2003 06:55 AM from IP:

You know, as a Canadian, I forget that a goalie mask might look Canadian. Would the US analogy be something like a killer who impales people with a stuffed bald eagle? Oh - I know - one of those little tourist versions of Mt. Rushmore, whack whack whack...

There could be a whole spin-off franchise featuring killers who kill with national symbols. Maybe they would fight each other. I'd root for the French guy who hits people with a stale baguette, or maybe some kind of impaling boomerang that's actually a croissant ("crescent roll" to you).

On that note, any thoughts on the upcoming Jason vs. Freddy? Where will the heroine fit in? Will they both almost maybe die in the end?

Comment number: 003168   Posted by: Day on June 24, 2003 10:03 AM from IP:

Bald Eagle Megakiller... I like it! Could we have an English superkiller that just bites people with his horrible, horrible teeth?

Comment number: 003169   Posted by: Ryan Waddell on June 24, 2003 10:34 AM from IP:

I see no problem with that, as long as we can have an Ethiopian that throws empty food bowls and faints on people.

Comment number: 003170   Posted by: KOTWF on June 24, 2003 10:41 AM from IP:

ohmygod you guys are terrible.

Comment number: 003171   Posted by: dayment on June 25, 2003 04:45 PM from IP:

Damn, at least give a spoiler warning...

Comment number: 003172   Posted by: poeks on June 25, 2003 10:35 PM from IP:

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