Part five starts with a now teenage Tommy having a bad dream about Jason as he's being shipped to a mental halfway house out in the middle of nowhere. I loved the days when people thought it was fine to send nutso kids to the middle of nowhere with 2 adults to supervise them.
The place is run by the guy who I swear initiated the sexy gang rape of Jodie Foster in The Accused. He has a female assistant who's fairly fetching.
Tommy is clearly disturbed, but then who wouldn't be? He is brought out of his shell a little bit by, wait for it, DUDLEY!! Fuck yeah. Dudleys grandpa is wise old negro cook. The other residents of the nuthouse are a semi retarded fat dude who's always walking with candy bars in every pocket, eating and haphazardly letting shit drip all down his chin. Maybe he's Shelleys younger brother. A punk rock chick with streaks of coal in her hair, a stutterer, the cool couple, a thug with jeans 2 sizes too small and a spiked arm band, and a redhead debutante type.
The neighbor farmers, Rhea Perlman and Randy Quaid gone Hee-Haw, are sick of the kids always sneaking onto their property to screw.
10 minutes in and it's a fucking aces cast.
Annoying fatso Joey gets on the thugs nerves one too many times and we have a showdown that ends with what has to be the film makers way of apologizing for the Shelley character. And it's awesome.
The first part of the movie revolves around establishing that a new round of killings are going on. Characters appear only to serve the purpose of being slasher fodder. But here's the thing. Even if they're only on screen for a few moments, they have depth and a reason to exist on screen. Either for tits, to laugh with, or to laugh at as is the case with two greasers straight out of 1955.
Some cues and hints are given to make you wonder if these killings aren't being done by a character we already know, and not Jason. Tommy meanwhile keeps having visions of Jason, but he's always had those. A real nice job is done of walking the line between what you see and what you can believe.
The kids who like to fuck, run off to do what else? Fuck. And fuck they do. A nice sequence that features a pair of sweet natural titties and a couple of inspired kills. This movie is 10 tons of fun shoved into a 5 pound bag. It's spilling over with charm.
The female assistant to the nuthouse takes Dudley into town to see his brother, who goes by the name Demon. Tommy tags along.
'Town' is apparently a trailer park. OH MY GOD. Demon is a fuckin geri curled extra out of the Beat It video. Awesome. He lives in a van with his girlfriend Anita, looking like a backup singer for Brenda Russell. These characters are all off the charts.
Because of Tommys mental state, it's not wise to fuck with him. One of his housemates learned this earlier and while Tommy waits for Dudley and the assistant, he's confronted by hillbilly Randy Quaid. His buttons pushed too far, Tommy goes all kung fu, turning into a mix of The Incredible Hulk and Jackie Chan. When he's snapped out of his violent trance he screams and runs off into the woods.
Words cannot express happy how much makes movie me this.
Demon does a 'feets don't fail me now' sprint to the outhouse when the enchiladas kick in. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Some more spirited kills ensue as I'm reminded why I hated outhouses as a kid, besides the open shit hole piled up feet deep.
Back at the house, Matt, the guy who runs the place, has gone looking for the missing lovers. The stutterer is horny and needs to get laid but the debutante just laughs at him in a moment of awesomeness. Redhead goes to bed and we're treated to an extended sequence of her parading around topless in her pretty little panties. Punk chick is doing some variation of the robot to some variation of....music? I cannot describe.
There's an extended chase, that while not awesome from a tension level, does include more tripping than a Fish concert and more falling down than a Michael Douglas film marathon. We finally see the mask during this chase, although who it is wearing it is still anyone's guess at this point. Jasons selling of being hit by a front end loader is magnificent. THIS MOVIE IS SO MUCH FUCKING FUN.
The end gets a little more serious as we're provided with a pretty standard chase and then a reveal and a twist.
The final scene in the film raises a ton of interesting questions about what we've just seen. Exactly how many people were out there killing people and were any of them actually Jason?
The film has a surprising number of layers too it. It's a psychological thriller playing off the past movies with both Tommy and Jason as players and it adds another possible player to the mix right under our noses. But while all that simmers, it gives us countless swank kills, a ton of fun characters and just enough titty.
I sort of get the feeling that the makers knew part three was a major letdown and went out of their way to get it right this time. While part four was serious and awesome, this one embraced the cheese let us have fun with it. Every character is given depth on some level, even if their only purpose is to be killed, and it is fucking enjoyable as all get out.
Almost two movies in one, Part five of the series is another home run. It's hard to compare it to two and four because of the comedic element but what it wants to do, it does with gusto.
Every bit as good as the best the series has offered, but in a different way. Put on some popcorn and watch some fuckers get messed up. You'll have a blast with this Friday.
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