Box Office Worldwide: $91M
Production compaines: New Line Cinema
Contactmusic.com: 4 / 5
Director: Marcus Nispel
Starring: Derek Mears as Jason Vorhees, Jared Padalecki as Clay, Danielle Panabaker as Jenna, Amanda Righetti as Whitney, Travis Van Winkle as Trent, Aaron Yoo as Chewie, Jonathan Sadowski as Wade, Julianna Guill as Bree, Ben Feldman as Richie, Arlen Escarpeta as Lawrence, Ryan Hansen as Nolan, Willa Ford as Chelsea, America Olivo as Amanda, Stephanie Rhodes as Camp Counselor, Nana Visitor as Pamela Voorhees
Twenty years ago, an insane cook named Pamela Voorhees (Nana Visitor) killed several camp counselors. She blamed the young people for the drowning death of her handicapped son, Jason. Fast forward two decades and a group of college kids return to the notorious Crystal Lake area. They are looking for a secret cash crop of marijuana. What they get instead is a fatal run-in with an angry, adult version of the Voorhees boy (Derek Mears). Six weeks later, Clay Miller (Jared Padalecki) comes calling, looking for a sister (Amanda Righetti) who went missing with the previous group. Meeting up with rich kid Trent (Travis Van Winkle), his gal pal Jenna (Danielle Panabaker), and a group of their drunken friends, he hopes for some help in his search. Instead, Jason returns once again, still angry, still killing everyone in his path.
The best word to describe the reboot of the seminal slasher series Friday the 13th is "reverential." Brutal, visceral, sadistic, and electrifying would also work. Director Nispel proves that he should be the first name on everyone's horror remake list. He does such a wonderful job of setting tone and establishing atmosphere that all the film has to do is function in the standard slice and dice mannerisms and it should work. What we don't expect is the emotional arc, the character impact, and most importantly, the reconfiguration of Jason's mythos. Everyone knows about the physically deformed boy who saw his mother beheaded and afterwards goes on a ten-film killing spree. What you might not know is how aggressive and animalistic this version of the mass murderer really is.
This is a Jason who burns people alive, who keeps hostages, who hunts like a laser-guided predator and revels in his creepshow carnage. As played by Derek Mears (under a disgusting make-up job), this is the hockey-masked marauder Version 2.0. No zombie-like lumbering. No hit or miss killshots. Just deadly aim and pure, life-ending results. Nispel allows time for the crimes to kick in. We get several minutes of mindless chatter between the characters, all of whom could be interchangeable stock options from Central Casting. Only Padalecki stands out as the desperate brother, and Van Winkle gets the biggest laugh when his true cowardly nature comes "shrieking" forth. Elsewhere, we get the standard stoners and sexed up co-eds, each one poised to become the next number in Jason's building body count.
As he did with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Nispel takes this material and its occasional convolutions very seriously. He's not out to wink at the audience or revel in a series of obsessives-only in-jokes (though there are some here). No, this Friday the 13th may not have an amazingly manic Betsy Palmer or Tom Savini's autopsy-level gore, but what it does contain is enough psychological underpinning and cold-blooded cruelty to leave even the most seasoned fright fan breathless. Twenty plus years ago, Camp Crystal Lake and its resident mutant made many a Saturday night in front of the VCR memorable. While the original Friday the 13th was goofy fun, it was certainly no classic. This remake is.
Shoulda had a V8.