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Mixing youth hormones and homicide is not exactly a
winning formula for either, if the new and not improved
Friday The 13th is any indication. And with the current
mommy blame game all the rage in movies right now, the 'kill
for mother' mantra driving masked maniac Jason on his deadly
rounds once again, has zero credibility, whether as an alibi
or potent narrative device. Directed by German music video
maven Marcus Nispel, the predictable pathological proceedings
are updated to the present, as assorted party animal cookie
cutter college bare breasted babes and boozers head for
the woods at Crystal Lake during summer vacation. While
Jason lurks in the shadows, the revelers frolic, mate in
the wild, get drunk and/or high and explore marijuana groves
and possible creaky old haunted houses. Apparently irritated
out of his mind by these noisy intruders, Jason conceives
of myriad warped ways in which to dispatch them one by one
to the afterlife. And he's not bad when trying his hand
at archery either.***
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