By the time 1988 rolled around, the Friday the 13th franchise was starting to look a bit like a heavyweight boxer who had taken one too many shots to the jaw. Weโd seen Jason die, come back as a zombie, get replaced by a copycat, and get resurrected by a lightning bolt like a hockey-masked…
Weโve all had those mornings. You wake up, the coffee is bitter, your joints are creaking like a rusted gate, and you suddenly realize that the only way to find closure for your childhood trauma is to dig up the corpse of the supernatural serial killer who haunted your dreams and shove a metal fence…