Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday' (1993)
Man, I'm just a kid of the 90s...
Again, not sure why this installment of the Friday the 13th (F13) franchise was so universally hated on. In my review of Jason X (aka Jason in Space!) I mentioned fans of the franchise placed the original run on WAY too fucking high a pedestal. Five, in my opinion, is really the worst and it's more about what it wasn't than what it was.
You can see my review of Jason X at the link below...
But let's go over the basics. Every single F13 movie had shit acting, shit plot, shit practical FX, shit story arch concepts (like the fucking psyonic chick, or the fact that number five was just a fucking copy cat), leaned desperately on gratuitous T&A, and save the first one, existed as a shameless excuse for a cash grab. And I loved every fucking one! I'm not going to fanboy about it all fucking day, I've beat that dead horse back to life and dead again in my last fucking reviews.
Anywho, let's talk about what makes this movie special. It tried to establish what the fuck Jason is to begin with. Is he a zombie? A construct, like a flesh golum? Recently, the Evil Dead people said Jason was a Deadite. However, this tries to sort of explain it as more demonic than anything else. I guess that also plays into the Deadite explanation. Either way, it gives us an interesting concept as to how Jason work, more of which I'll get into in the Spoilers...
But yeah, there was nothing wrong with this movie as another installment of the same ol' wacky F13. It's got the entertainment value every single one of the other movies had (save number five. Fuck number five. Fucking copy cat).
So pull your purist head out of your fucking ass and enjoy the shit out of this F13.
So they start off by blowing Jason to smithereens. Kind of a fun start. The usual scantily clad beach bimbo turns out to be a plant for a sting operation. Jason goes after the bate and gets blown up. This is important because it answers the important question of what would happen if Jason was shredded to pieces. This is how we find out about the worm and the Voorhees curse. Now, we have to admit to ourselves at this point, that we're looooosly stringing together a stream of shameless cash grabs, so coming up with a story arch that ties them all together is gonna be silly as all fuck.
Jason, in some sense, is a supernatural construct driven by a demonic worm due to the Voorhees curse. The only thing we can theorize is that grief-stricken Ms. Voorhees tried to resurrect her dead son, with black magic, or a deal with a demon, or some shit like that. Like the Deadites from the Necronomicon ex-mortis, they come back, but not the same, and completely fucking twisted.
So Jason has to be something along that line. When the worm thingy finally gets into the body of someone along the Voorhees line, it doesn't make that particular relative become their own super-powered, undead, murderer. No, he turns back into an identical copy of the original Jason Voorhees, hockey mask included. That's *jazz hands* magic! This is some straight up necromancy.
The only way to kill him? Some more fucking necromancy. Take special dagger, place in hand of Voorhees' relative, stab Jason in the heart.
But we, as horror heads, all know what we got out of this movie more than another F13. We got a set up for the true final chapter in F13. Freddy vs. Jason! Right at the end, that special clawed glove comes out of the ground and grabs the hokey mask. You KNOW you squeed like the little fucking fan bitch you are! I know I did.
So yeah, you can't claim to be a lover of the franchise and hate on Jason Goes to Hell. It's every bit as good as the rest (and better than number five. Fuck number five.)