Anyone with any knowledge of the horror genre has undoubtedly come across Jason Voorhees, that 1980s icon of villainy who practically sprayed theatres with blood through one of the longest running horror film franchises. Although he became a parody of himself in Jason X and then was basically (and wrongly) turned into a psychologically tormented Frankenstein’s monster-type creature in Freddy vs. Jason, the beast was always remembered for who he originally was.

And that is what makes the remake/reimagining (whichever you would prefer to call it) of Friday the 13th such a success -- for the most part. Despite being written by Damian Shannon and Mark Swift, the same gentlemen who brutalized Freddy vs. Jason, they wisely went back to the basics that made the character so popular. Sure, he suddenly gained the ability to run, but he is a hulking, unstoppable beast again. There is a bit of added development in the relationship Jason has with his mother, but the story remains the same -- he is still taking revenge on sex-crazed teenagers stupid enough to want to camp on Crystal Lake.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween and to an extent, The Hills Have Eyes, all went down the route of making their deranged killers have parental issues in order to establish their motives as adults. For some unhinged reason during the development of each film, someone felt the need to add a reason for these killers to be the way they are every time. They simply could not exist as being demented and totally sick-in-the-head. Rather thankfully, Friday the 13th does not bother with any of that. Sure, there is a plot twist in the middle that will make any devotee or fan squirm with repulsion, but it still makes sense in the grand scheme of who Jason was and is now. The character has no added dimension that completely takes away from how terrifying he is, making him into a misunderstood infant. For that reason alone, the movie is more than watchable.

Another wise choice is sticking to the formula. The filmmakers here (including director Marcus Nispel of Texas Chainsaw remake fame) have made what can be basically deduced down to an homage to the series. Instead of trying to completely redo and rebrand the character for a new audience, the film amalgamates everything everyone loved about the series that made them come back for ten sequels. Remember the gratuitous amount of breasts and graphic sex scenes? They are here, and just as graphic as ever. Remember the goofy dialogue, and total lack of any thought shown by the characters in trying to combat against this machete-wielding maniac? It is back too. And remember all those ridiculously violent kills?

Well, they are back too.

The film knows its genre, and knows its audience. It throws plenty of cheap scares at a moment’s notice, and offers just enough laughs (both intentional and unintentional) to keep the audience invested in the movie. And when the actual scares come, the film manages to keep the audience transfixed, whether they are screaming in fear or laughing at how ridiculous the scene is. Rather tastefully, the deaths are gruesome, but not to the point of overkill like in a Saw film or a Texas Chainsaw remake. Sure, there are some points where it may be hard not to wince, but it never seems like the filmmakers want to push the audience to the limit. They ground themselves in reality (for as real a situation as this story seems), and very rarely do they cross that barrier. They know which buttons they want to push, and which they want to stay well away from. And instead of exploiting the genre, they embrace it and somehow do not make things too disgusting for themselves. None of the kills may look too innovative, but they work for the type of movie it is trying to be.

But for all the praising, the film is obviously imperfect. Leaving aside the ridiculous twist in the middle of the film and the total lack of character development (albeit, totally expected), the film drags its heels getting to the finale. There is a very dry spot as the film nears its third act that borders on boring, and seems more like a forced narrative device to stretch the running time out. I have more than enough faith to say they could have added more running and screaming to some scenes, and still have gotten a better effect. As well, some scenes seem marred by trying to be tense, but fail miserably. But I must contend that it is pretty hard for a scene to be tense when you are cheering for the killer as opposed to the victim.

The film also suffers from the slapdash editing that plagues modern horror and action films. In some instances, it is almost impossible to be scared because we can barely see what is going on in the scene. It merely shows Jason show up, the victim make their move, and then a quick cut of what Jason does. Some scenes linger on the aftermath, but some happen and disappear quicker than anyone would think. The fact that the film is not incredibly gory only makes it seem all the sillier to be so horrendously edited in some areas.

Some of the actors could have tried a little harder too, but that is just a nitpicking gripe.

In the end, Friday the 13th is a whole lot of fun. I did not think I would enjoy it at all, but I ended up being surprised at how reverent the film was to the series entries that came before it. If you know what to expect from a film featuring Jason Voorhees as the main character, than you should not be disappointed. And coming from a remake, that is saying quite a lot.

  -- David Baldwin