I’m never good at starting a discussion about the Jeepers Creepers franchise. There are so many ways to frame that particular conversation and, as someone who has all three movies in his collection, I’m probably having that conversation more than the global average.
I’d like to preface this by saying that I have seen a lot of bad films in my life. There’s a certain part of me that has a self-destructive need to discover movies of surpassingly poor quality, and that’s given me a real insight into just how terrible a work of visual medium can be while still qualifying as a film. I’m saying this because I want to provide a good level of context for the second part of this sentence when I say that Ghost of Camp Blood is not only the worst film I’ve ever seen in my life, but also the worst thing that’s ever personally happened to me.