Jason goes to
This one doesn’t even feel like a real Jason movie. There is no opening credits sequence accompanied by the strains of Harry Manfredini’s Kill-Kill-Kill-Ha-Ha-Ha music. Instead we get red and white titles over shots of
The plot has Jason getting shocked back to life by a stray power line and rising out of
Filmed with too much light and zero atmosphere by an idiot named Rob Hedden who had obviously never seen a Friday the 13th flick in his life before directing this one, Jason Takes Manhattan is one supremely awful waste of 100 minutes. Yes, you heard me… 100 minutes. Why on earth anyone would make a Jason movie that freaking long is beyond human comprehension. I could see maybe if the movie was actually good, but this one is a non-stop suck fest.
God, where do I begin to describe the sheer suckitude that is Jason Takes Manhattan? Let’s start with the fact that Jason doesn’t even get to
Jensen Daggett, who plays The Final Girl in this one, is probably the worst Final Girl in history. At one point she gets shot up with heroin by some gangbangers but her drugged up blank stare is basically the same as her acting in the rest of the movie. What’s worse is that she sees a bunch of visions of Young Jason but nothing is ever done with it. After about her 17th hallucination involving Jason, you’ll want to bitch slap her into the next county. Her hallucinations are stupid as Hell because they show Young Jason sporting a full head of hair. Everybody knows that even as a child Jason was a bald-headed, droopy-eyed mongoloid. Further proof that this Hedden fuck never watched a damn Jason movie before stepping behind the camera.
Even if I could forgive the fact that The Final Girl sucks, the fact that half the movie takes place on a boat, and that the real
To make matters worse, just before Jason gets deluged with the toxic waste, he actually SPEAKS!!!! I hadn’t seen this movie since the DVD first came out and I thought I had remembered just about how sucky this movie was, but completely forgot about the part when Jason spoke. God this movie is terrible.
The only thing that gives Jason Takes Manhattan it’s ½ * is the deaths. None of them are particularly good but there are a lot of them, which should count for something. There’s impalement by spear gun (the gun part, not the spear), spear (minus the gun), guitar to the head, steam room stone through the chest, broken mirror to the whatever (couldn’t tell; it happened off screen), harpoon to the kidney, machete to the throat, strangulation, electrocution, impalement (sideways), axe in the back, hypodermic needle through the chest, slamming a Cholo’s head into a pipe, drowning in a barrel of toxic waste, and a wrench to the head (at least I think it was to the head, I couldn’t tell cuz it was one of those shadow puppet deals). The novelty death this time around involves a boxer that gets his head punched off by Jason. This is just so cartoonish and dumb that it’s not even good for a laugh.
What’s irritating about these deaths is that most of people are introduced simply to be killed off. This isn’t the worst thing in the world but when the victims are merely victims, and not characters, it takes the fun out of it. All of the victims are paper thin (I take that back; that remark is an insult to paper). There’s the film geek nerd that films everything, the Joan Jett look-alike rocker, the jock, the slut, the token Asian chick, the stuffy asshole teacher, the kid who doesn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps, etc. Jesus, just thinking of these people again pisses me off something fierce.
The obvious joke of the movie is that there is a masked killer stalking and killing people and New Yorkers just ignore him because they are typical
Jason Takes Manhattan is the nadir of the Friday the 13th series. It’s only slightly more terrible than the next entry, Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. That’s like saying syphilis is more fun that gonorrhea.
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