The sets and the effects both feel more dated than even the prior films, and the acting is a bit dodgy in quite a few places. It does feel like the franchise had been milked for all it was worth though at this point, having to come up with wild changes to the story in order to squeeze another entry out isn’t a promising sign. Despite all that, it’s got the sense to just have fun with it, and thankfully it doesn’t try to take itself seriously. Sure it takes things in a stupid direction, writes itself into a corner, and comes out of nowhere with its concept. It’s still one of the worse entries into the franchise, but it’s nowhere near as bad as its reputation would lead you to believe. After thawing out, he’s back to his murderous ways once more.Īnother baffling entry that takes Jason into space, however at least this one has a load of fun along the way. Centuries go by with him frozen in place, before a group of spacefarers pick him up and bring him on board their ship. Infamous unstoppable killing machine Jason Voorhees is cryogenically frozen after being detained by the military. Plus, a stupid baffling ending to cap things off really sours the already poorly executed film. The comedy feels awkward and silly, and the whole Jason copycat killer is an incredibly weak reveal. There’s a bit of fun to be had, but much more limited enjoyment comes from this entry than most of the rest of the series. There’s something to be said about the joy of even bad slasher movies.
Danny Steinmann, the director, was told to have a death scene every 8 minutes for some reason, which led him to introduce new characters every few minutes in order to kill them off, an awful decision and one that really bogs down the flow of the film. The makeup is weak and the kills are awkward, along with some similarly awkward performances this is certainly the drop firmly down into B-movie territory. The film seems to want to go in a similar direction to where Part VI ends up going, but the comedy comes out weak and the self-awareness may be present but it’s still poorly executed. There’s some promise here, the home and a group with different mental issues facing off against a ruthless killer could make for some interesting messages and a triumphant plot, however, the reality is things are handled poorly and it comes off as the kind of schlock this many sequels often devolves into. Disaster and murder seem to follow Jarvis here though, and people begin dying, is the figure taking out people left and right really Jason? Well, no, and this goofy mess may be a good bit of fun but damn if it isn’t rough. Plagued by his trauma involving Jason, Tommy Jarvis is sent to a home to help with his mental issues. Comfortably the worst offering in the franchise. The titans of the genre have their first crossover moment here, at the end of a slog of a film. Right at the closing moments of the film we see Jason’s mask laying on the ground, discarded, before THE Freddy Krueger’s glove bursts forth and drags it into the underworld. I suppose, even despite this being the absolute dirt worst of the Friday films, there’s at least one really cool thing about it.
Plus a whole lot of the film is the Jason spirit acting wildly out of character compared to what we’ve seen through all these films so far. The kills aren’t even creative or much of a spectacle for the most part, and past a fun opening scene things just keep rolling further and further downhill. Cunningham, the director of the original film, decided to jump back into the franchise this time as producer. It’s strange that THIS mess is where Sean S. This film feels desperate, and like the dying gasps of a franchise already milked dry.
The acting is between meh and bad (without even the consistent great performance from Kane Hodder, seeing as Jason is barely in this film), and the writing is all over the place. A weird tale about Jason’s spirit inhabiting different random people and continuing his murder spree. Jason Goes To Hell feels like someone had a script they wanted to shop around, and somehow a studio exec got it in their heads that if they slap Jason Voorhees and the brand of Friday the 13th on it that it’d sell more. This sound like a Friday the 13th movie? It really doesn’t, and it feels just as out of place as it sounds. Until the autopsy, where his strange heart seems to hypnotize someone into devouring it, and Jason’s spirit takes over. Shredded by bullets and blown into pieces, the nightmare is finally over. After being baited in by a naked woman, Jason is lit up by a whole special forces unit.