Friday the 13th was a great homage to not just the orignal series that basically started a hybrid of horror films (Friday the 13th and Halloween are what basically started the slasher genre), but also all classic slasher films. A clever and entertaining genre that is able to still bank today. There are two different types of horror movies. Movies that try to scare you long after the films credits through mental terrorism (The Shining, Exorcist, Poltergeist) and slasher movies that just entertain you in a way that makes your heart pump, they try just to make you jumb out of your skin and make you wonder what you would do in a situation like this.
I don’t know why, but I was expecting a lot out of Friday the 13th. I was expecting a dark, moody, realistic homage to what make this genre watchable. Well, Friday the 13th wasn’t nearly as good as it could’ve been, but it also wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been if it was directed by Rob Zombie or someone. The movie started off exactly how I would’ve hoped and if it kept that same momentum that it instilled in the first 25 minutes, I would’ve enjoyed this movie just as much as any of the classics. The first half hour of the movie brought with it such a dark and moody tone, I was loving every second, but I just couldn’t say the same about the rest of the movie except for the end.
If you love the genre as I do, you’ll think the movie was enjoyable at times, and most of all, you’ll love both the first thirty minutes and the last minute, but the rest won’t be nearly as good as it could’ve been. The rest of the movie followed the brother of one of the victims of the first 30 minute slaughter and a different group of rich attractive teenagers. This hour is the hour the brought the corny deaths, the corny lines, and the above all else, campiness that could’ve been avoided this time around, but wasn’t. This entire movie was full of parts that I love and parts that I hated so it was what it was, average, while it could’ve been exceptional.