Ah plans. There’s some saying about plans are the best way to make God laugh. And that’s what happened when I said I was going to view Jason Lives tonight. DVD problems prohibited that and for some reason all the films were taken off Netflix on the 1st October – great timing there.
So instead we’ll take a look at another long running franchise that reduces the slasher formula to it’s most base elements.
Faithful reader. I’ve travelled back to Camp Crystal Lake (Or thereabouts) just for your pleasure. Well mine too of course but mainly for you guys. So today we’re privy to the fourth entry in the series. Is this really the final chapter?
I couldn’t help myself. My thought process was simple enough. I’ve seen the original, then I went and watched Part 2 last night. So what now? Hey I have Part 3 here too. It’s been a while, so why not. Those Friday The 13th films man, they’re just like [Insert drug of choice here].
Ok, I don’t know what I’m doing here. I come home, I pick a movie and I watch it. Sometimes I’m in the mood for something a little more highbrow (Not that anything on my list could be considered such) and sometimes I’m just in a slasherin’ sort of mood.
So after that stellar introduction, let’s take a look at a film that proves sequels can be better than the original.
The Friday The 13th movies had already released their third iteration (Leading up to their fourth) by the time tonight’s film had been released. The slasher boom was in full effect (Some would say peaked) but it was still able to turn out off-kilter gems like this one.
When is a classic not a classic? When it’s this film.
Pithy views aside. I watched this film with a certain amount of trepidation, having not seen it in a long time (Perhaps since video) and wondered if it held up at all. Then it dawned on me some part of the way in that in fact I have seen the film since, numerous times in fact. I’d just forgot about it each time.
Sharks. They always get a bad rap. From the seminal Jaws onwards we’ve endured countless tales of these cold killing machines. Though in reality very few people die from shark attacks, it doesn’t stop Hollywood perpetuating the same myths.
So does Shark Night finally set this great injustice right?
Ah Vampires. They seemingly never go out of fashion. Though their depictions may range from the glittery boy band type (I hated typing that) to the rat-like Nosferatu, they endure. It seems that either someone finds a new spin to put on them or they just rehash old ones, but they’re even more popular now than they were back when tonights film was first released.
Here we are faithful reader, our fifth anniversary. Just you and me. When we started on this journey we never knew where it would take us, what dizzying heights we would reach. Sure, there’s been some low points too but we came back strong. And if we can make it to night five well then there’s no reason we can’t make night ten, or even night thirty.
And so this mini run of found footage movies ends with The Last Exorcism.
When I was younger my friends and I would take the long trek to Cefn Mably Sanatorium We would take a long time to get there, pass the gate that had various satanic symbols carved into it before eventually coming upon the titular house. That’s usually about where we would stop. The house was too big, too forboding, too attached to the idea that terrible things happen there. Of course now as an adult I’d love to explore it, safe in the knowledge that there’s nothing out there to get me.
But that childish part of me still remains and it’s what makes me a sucker for any haunted house story.
Is This Thing On? 