Friday the 13th, review
So it’s now six years old, and it probably isn’t any better received now then it was upon its 2009 release, but what do you expect when stumbling upon Friday the 13th on Netflix anyway? You certainly don’t expect Academy standard acting and a narrative that’s unique and original. But fans of this classic franchise – and fans of B-movie inspired horror – will relish in the frivolous nature of Marcus Nispel’s foray into the world of Jason Vorhee‘s and Camp Crystal Lake.
The plot? Simple. The run-time? Short. The cast? Practically unheard of. These components are always to be expected in low-grade horror, especially when it comes drenched in gore and sex. Jared Padalecki (of Supernatural fame), Amanda Righetti and Jenna Panabaker lead the young cast as teens visiting Crystal Lake.
Those educated on the original movies of the 1980’s will be aware of the settings history, which in each scenario has lead to a masked Vorhee‘s hacking up visitors in a number of gratuitous ways. Blood-splattered and not exactly intelligent, Nispel’s re-working of the well-known (and somewhat formulaic) franchise, isn’t without its flaws. Flawed doesn’t mean unwatchable, though, and if you enjoy the genre, you’ll enjoy this.
As a spectator, you know whats coming and you could practically write the script yourself (sorry Damian Shannon and Mark Swift), but the writers have added witty asides in relation to the casting of culturally diverse actors. These moments are supported by Arlen Eescarpeta – an actor well-versed in horror having starred in the equally trashy Final Destination 5.
It’s a simple feature, with one or two genuinely intense scares, that sits in the Freddy, Michael Myers and Ghostface category.