SHOCKtober! Friday the 13th Part III
Despite its campy reputation and how absurd it eventually became, I love the Friday the 13th series. And yes, nearly every one of them follows the exact same format and Jason is little more than a Michael Myers ripoff. But I don’t care. In the mid-80s, when I was a kid, Jason was the movie monster and Friday the 13th was the slasher series. (Along with Freddy and A Nightmare on Elm Street, of course).
So why choose Part III? Not to spoil the first two movies (both of which are excellent, by the way), but this is the first time we actually see Jason in the now-famous hockey mask. See, Jason didn’t start as a lumbering Myers ripoff. Hell, he barely featured in the first flick at all. But this is where the Jason Voorhees icon that we all identify with began, which is kind of strange, if you think about it.
Part III plays out exactly as you’d expect. A bunch of teens head out into the woods and, one by one, they get picked off by Jason. It’s cliched, it’s expected, and it’s awesome. Again, if you like your slashers to be by-the-numbers, this is about as close as you’ll get.
As you can see by the poster, this flick was originally released in 3D, with all of the cheesy effects you can probably imagine. If you absolutely must see it in its “original” state, you can buy the 3D (red and blue glasses) version here. But I recommend picking up the Friday the 13th – From Crystal Lake to Manhattan (Ultimate Edition DVD Collection)
. For $50 you get the entire series. And that is one hell of a deal.
Christine and I checked this out last year on Comcast’s OnDemand service. Oh yeah…this is the good stuff. Low-budget, horrible acting, ludicrous premise, and awesome kills. This movie’s got it all!
Ok, this rounds out the original batch of Sleepaway Camp movies, and unfortunately, this is the worst of the bunch. The first one had that unbelievable ending, the second one had great – and funny – kills, and now part three…well…it doesn’t have much, to be honest. The kills mostly happen off screen, and you never really get much of a sense of suspense. You just know that Pamela Springsteen is back and chipper as ever as she kills teen after teen, camper after camper.