Film Review - Friday The 13th

Tonight, a friend and I saw the new "Friday the 13th," aka, "Don't f*ck with Jason's Weed."

Yes, it was a very, very violent movie. Let's move on. Apparently, there are two rules to follow when camping in the woods near the old Camp Crystal Lake. 1) Do not f*ck with Jason's weed, and 2) Do no f*ck with Jason's weed.

Many of the characters in this movie were actually funny, endearing, charming, and loveable. That's a nice change for a horror movie, and it makes it harder to watch them go out into the woods alone knowing that means it's their turn to get the ax, er... the machete, I mean. Don't get me wrong. There are still the abudance of jerks to see offed by our ski mask wearing hero, as usual. True to form, they are just as sterotypical as ever.

My favorite character action in this remake/sequel/whatever was the use of a wok as a sheild. Adorable. Be warned, there is a lot of drive-in movie style nudity, in case you're not into mixing bare breasts with your violence, and the sex scenes are graphic enough to push this out of the rating it skinned into.

This is, however, another one of the great torture horror films of late. Deaths aren't always fast, and one scene is so drawn out that even I had to finally look away.

If you're a fan of the original and first 13th, then you will most likely enjoy this one. In my opinion, it was made in the spirit of the old one. Camp Crystal Lake lives on.