Friday the 13th begins with a "Kill first, ask questions later" paraphrasing. You will encounter a group of teenagers searching for weed growth in order to harvest and become rich. This classic "Drugs and sex" vantage is necessary to start the tale off on a right foot. Early during the credits, we're given a flashback to the scene of the death of Pamela Voorhees. This alludes to the plot that will be slowly, but surely, fleshed out to your prying eyes. I must admit for a sense of needless anticipation for this film. While scoping out the theatrical trailer, I noticed something elusive to the older Jason films - style and lighting. Marcus Nispel took something ugly and made it beautiful. In a similar tactic that Rob Zombie used to horrible effect in Halloween, Friday the 13th, for the first time, is tenderly beautiful to look at.
On the matter of gore/violent deaths, it doesn't disappoint. Normally and frequently, I tend to stray from the topic of violence as it never really adds anything true to a film but Friday the 13th features some barbaric scenes that flash back to the heydays of classic Friday the 13th films. One amazing scene in instance is the stringing of a slutty teen in a sleeping bag that is tied to a tree. Oh yeah, she's suspended over a fire and is slowly being burnt to a crisp. Much humor is carefully intersected into each scene. With a multicultural cast including a Black and Asian male, Friday the 13th takes very little time to build up a body count. But be wary of other pre-release reviewers. They have laid claims that this movie is as ultraviolent as it gets and as much as I'd like to agree, the majority of death scenes are simple impalement's with the occasional elaborate murder. It's absurd, the effect of violence on horror fans that is. As many teenagers as we see die, we'll never quite get the feel of a loss. Maybe the slasher genre is to blame.
Many strokes of genius can be discovered within the confines of a shallow slice n' dice film. For example, within the opening scene, a male requests for a can of Heineken. The all-American man exclaims "Fuck that Euro shit!" and holds up a can of the great Pabst Blue Ribbon. Now for those in the know, you will quickly discover that this is a reference to David Lynch's Blue Velvet. Not bad, Marcus Nispel. Just like with many Jason films, there will be questions, albeit small, that will never be answered. As in, why in the sex scene are they listening to M.I.A. whilst fucking? Not so much the choice of music but why, with the minutes later cut-back, is the same song playing? Sure, repeat is an option but the song wasn't playing during the foreplay. Another is the very concept of a "retard" living in the forest, built like a train, gallivanting around, decapitating teenagers and local folks, and never having to use deodorant. Prescribed deaths always equalize into a jump out scene of Papa Voorhees but if someone was creeping behind me that didn't bathe in 20+ years, I'm pretty sure I could smell him from miles away.
The tale is short but sweet. Friday the 13th has been given the reboot it deserves with style, grace, and an all-star teen cast of teenage heart throbs. My only real complaint is the choice of survivors. Many can agree with me concerning the invention of a "Choose your own" adventure-like method to filming a slasher film. I'm tired of seeing nice people die the cruelest. Of all the trash featured, why when the innocent dies, is there such a lingering suspense and disbelief. Now that's proper horror movie magic. I can imagine many people complaining but the expectations were low. Jason Voorhees has been successfully reborn and I'm not sweating it. The legend of his terror breaks into a new millennium (not counting Freddy vs. Jason) and he's given motive, reason, and a fervid dislike for anything with a lifeforce. Welcome to 2009.