Friday 13th is my favourite horror series. You can keep your Nightmare on Elm Streets and your Halloweens. Jason Voorhees is the masked serial killer for me. It's got me to thinking, on this most unholy of horror holidays, what is it about the masked drowning victim turned undead killing machine and his films that make me grin like a Cheshire cat when they are mentioned? Lets 'ave a butchers.
Exhibit A: Thom Mathews
First off, we can't discount the fact that Thom Mathews features in part six. Thom Mathews... let me count the fangirling ways. I think Mr. Mathews and his red puffy vest in Return of the Living Dead 2 may have been the moment I became aware of boys and how interesting they are... Him and Christian Slater as Jason Dean, but I digress.
Anyway, I defy anyone to show me a film with Thom Mathews in which isn't of the highest calibre of marvellousness (I don't think that is a word... bite me). To me, Thom Mathews reminds me of... nay... he embodies mid 1980s horror, and not only that but my favourite year for horror... 1986. The part of Tommy Jarvis was played by three different actors (Thom, Corey Feldman and John Shepherd), Thom Mathews portrayal is the definitive version... Hell, Tommy Jarvis as played by Thom Mathews is the definitive cute good guy in any 1980s horror movie.
Exhibit B: Jason is an utter BAMF
After all, his death came about from the incompetence of camp councillors that were meant to be looking after him. Poor Jason drowned in Crystal Lake while his counsellors made out/got drunk/smoked weed/went skinny dipping. He goes through such a myriad of life stages and events. To be precise: hermit, axe in the head, dead, reanimated, bestowed with a copycat killer, reanimated by electricity, dead again, reanimated again this time through telekinesis, dragged to the bottom of a lake by a ghost... reanimated again with electricity again... Um... transformed into a child by toxic waste, dragged to hell, CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN, and ejected into space. That's not counting the Freddy Vs Jason crossover or the re imagining....
I'm slightly ashamed that I knew all that without referring to anything but my brain. Only slightly though.
And what's more is that Jason was never intended to carry the film as a protagonist... Got through on his looks, blatantly.
Exhibit C: The Kills
I am leaving one of the best deaths out because it is worthy of its own exhibit....
Exhibit D: Crispin Hellion Glover.
I don't think I have to explain this one. I'll break it down for you... Crispin Glover, dancing (type it into youtube... wow), "Ted where's the corkscrew!". Le fin.
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