Gore and tits. That's all these movies amount to. And you know what? It's glorious. This period in film history exists as a snapshot in time and it will never be replicated again, so enjoy it while you can! There's no plot to speak of, but that's not the point. These movies were never attempting to be art. Basically, people who have sex die. Critics try to conflate it with moral values, but it was just a way to get asses in seats.
The producers sincerely attempted to make this the "final" chapter, but audiences said, "Fuck you, we want more!"
2½ weird Crispin Glover dances out of 5
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I'll leave this here, but it's relevant to the whole franchise:
I've seen a few of them, but can't say for sure which ones, and probably not in the proper order.
I know I've watched the first one because I spent most of it waiting for Jason to appear... and you know how that plays out.
I think I've seen the second one, too, but that's just a maybe.
And the same goes for the fifth.
I've definitely seen Jason X, sadly.
Freddy vs. Jason is the only one that I own; it's kinda good, in a stupid way.
My biggest related memory is seeing the posters adorn the walls and desk of the local video rental shop when I went there as a kid. I loved being in that store, wondering at all the cool things that I hadn't seen – or wasn't allowed to because I was too young. The poster for The Final Chapter is forever burned into my head as one that I wasn't allowed to see, and consequently has become a permanent memory of that era. (I used to think it looked like a carved potato. It still does.)
Yeah, there's something about the cover art of these movies that's really striking and emblematic of that era. I feel the same way about the Elm Street box art. It makes it seem like there's this whole world that's out there that you weren't allowed to see. For the most part, it was better left to your imagination.
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