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Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985)
This one is bad y’all. It is definitely the weakest and most vile of the Friday the 13th films. How bad is it? Jason isn’t even in it. I kid you not. Yeah, yeah, he wasn’t in the first one either. But this is basically a Scooby Doo episode stretched out to ninety minutes without the Scooby Doo characters, and a heaping helping of sex and violence. The killer is all too human – Roy, The Paramedic (Dick Wieand). He wraps his head in some latex and dons a hockey mask so that his crime spree will be blamed on Mr. Voorhees. Is it just me? Is that a bore?
The story centers on Tommy Jarvis who is all grown up now and played by John Shepherd. He’s still traumatized by the events of the previous film and is sent to live at a halfway house. What became of his sister? We’ll never know!
Disgusting old Ethel Hubbard (Carol Locatell) lives nearby with her equally sickening son and she doesn’t appreciate the “looney bin” being so near her property. The next time some nutter comes onto her land she’s fixin’ to blow their brains out. She gets such wonderful lines as “You big dildo, eat your fucking slop!”
So, Roy the paramedic has a son – but no one knows he is Roy’s son – his name is Joey (Dominick Brascia) and he lives at the halfway house, too. He’s an overweight boy that no one likes much, and one day he annoys the hell out of another resident, Vic (Mark Venturini) who is chopping wood. So Vic hauls off and axes Joey to death. Well, this stirs up Roy’s sense of justice – I mean, he was never there for his poor son, so what better way to make up for that than to go on a killing spree? Never mind the fact that Vic is hauled off, and Roy never bothers to go after him.
I am a fan of these films – I look past their shortcomings and embrace them for the gooky messes that they are. This one I cannot embrace. It isn’t as unwatchable as I remember, but it is lifeless and stolid. At least I’m grateful that Jason himself wasn’t part of this debacle. The next film in the series is one of the best, thankfully, because we needed something decent to keep the series from flatlining after this one – just skip A New Beginning and go on to Jason Lives – you won’t miss anything, I promise. D