I
could have selected any Friday the 13th film to
review today, to celebrate this horror holiday.
But
I chose 1988’s The New Blood, directed by John Carl Buechler, for a few
reasons.
First,
this entry features my all-time favorite kill in the long-lived slasher
franchise: the sleeping bag murder.
And
secondly, the film’s climax is dominated by a clutch of really great, really
inventive gags. Jason Voorhees, like Wily Coyote, gets felled by a falling roof,
and punctured by nails to the head. And then he falls through a staircase, and
finally gets burned alive (or undead, as the case may be.)
What’s
not to love?
Well,
actually, quite a lot.
The
New Blood is
not exactly a good horror film, but at the very least it helps demonstrates a
theory that I have attempted to explain to my eight-year old son, Joel.
And
that theory goes like this: Once upon a time horror films didn’t take
themselves so bloody seriously, and emerged, sometimes, as a whole of fun.
During
my teenage years, a group of high school friends would get together on Friday
nights and we’d all go see these films at the theater. The Friday the 13th
movies were good for a laugh; and sometimes good for a scream too.
That
doesn’t mean such films are actually good, however. It only means they are fun.
The
New Blood is,
in terms of this dynamic, buckets full of “fun.” It’s not good in any
conventional or critical sense.
If
you are seeking a “good” Friday the 13th movie, I
would recommend the 1980 original, the 1981 first sequel, or Part
VI: Jason Lives, which has a great sense of humor about itself.
The
New Blood -- a
kind of Jason vs. Carrie on the cheap
-- also represents a point of no return for the franchise. The Jason saga was
competing, at this historical juncture, with the far more popular (and more
imaginative) Nightmare on Elm Street series, and the
writers/producers/directors of the late era Friday the 13ths embarked
upon creative somersaults to help Jason compete.
In
the span of a few years, Jason battled Carrie, visited New York City, became a
body-hopping demon, went to outer space and was re-born as a menacing cyborg,
and then went head-to-head with Freddy before, finally, a 2009 reboot that felt
like Jason’s Greatest Hits…one…more…time.
A
New Blood is
the inauspicious start of that trend, an era when a
throw-everything-at-the-wall-and-see-what-sticks approach was adopted for the Friday
the 13th franchise. New Blood is low brow, slapdash and
dumb for a lot of its run, and yet, in its climax, just the right amount of
zany too.
Not
exactly a ringing endorsement?
That’s
probably true. The acting in the film is
dreadful, the story is ridiculous and underdeveloped, and yet the final act -- featuring Jason riddled with nails, doused
in gasoline, drowned and otherwise abused --plays like real life Looney
Tunes cartoon.
Even
against my better judgment, I can’t quite resist the bloody thing.
So
Friday
the 13th Part VII: The New Blood? I can’t help but love it…at the same time
I’ll tell you flat out it isn’t a very good or accomplished film. Sometimes fun is just where you happen to
find it.
A
young girl, Tina, is traumatized when her parents argue at their home on
Crystal Lake. She runs down a pier, jumps into a boat, and wishes her father
dead.
The
pier collapses and her father drowns. Tina, possessing telekinetic abilities,
feels lingering guilt over his demise.
Years
later, a teenage Tina (Lar Park Lincoln) returns to Camp Crystal Lake with her
mother and her psychiatrist, Dr. Crews (Terry Kiser). She walks to the pier where her father died and
attempts to resurrect him.
Instead,
she awakens the sleeping juggernaut, Jason Voorhees (Kane Hodder).
The
undead Jason is soon back to his old tricks, hacking up and murdering local
teenagers. But before long, Tina realizes she must harness her unusual mental
abilities to put an end to Jason’s reign of terror…
My
first observation on this re-watch of The New Blood is that, in the Friday
the 13th universe, the 1980s have lasted for approximately 25
to 30 years.
Think
about it: We know from on-screen title cards in the first film the action
occurs on the cusp of the 1980s.
Three
films follow and then in The Final Chapter (1984), we meet
Tommy Jarvis, a ten year old kids, or thereabouts.
He
kills Jason, and Jason is dead and buried.
Eight
or so years later an adult Tommy Jarvis visits Jason’s grave to be certain the
killer is dead, and ends up accidentally reviving him (with a little help from
lightning).
But
in that film, Jason Lives, it’s still the mid-1980s, even though almost a
decade has passed.
Now,
The
New Blood starts. One early image is of Jason defeated, right where
Tommy Jarvis left him: floating submerged in a lake.
A
little girl with psychokinetic powers, Tina (Lar Park Lincoln) wishes her
father dead at the lake, and the pier upon which he stands crumbles and falls
apart. He drowns.
Seven
to ten years later, a high school aged Tina returns to the lake and attempts to
revive her father with her unusual mental powers, but awakens Jason instead.
So
Jason has been at the bottom of the lake for about a decade at this point.
And
yet it’s still the 1980s.
Talk
about a hell you can’t awaken from: a world of shoulder pads, acid-washed
jeans, and mullet haircuts lasting for not a few years, but a few decades.
The
other crucial thing to understand about the film is that in this eternal-1980s,
Jason has developed the power to defy and violate the laws of physics.
Sure,
in other films of the franchise, Jason possesses the knack of always appearing
at the right place at the right time so he can execute the most isolated or
vulnerable teen victim.
But
here, he actually seems to boast the ability to teleport.
During one kill sequence, two teens decide to
go skinny-dipping in the Lake. One young woman strips down, and gets into the
water. She submerges, and while she is
underwater, Jason murders her boyfriend.
She pops up from underwater to see her boyfriend dead, murdered, and
suddenly -- just a second or two later -- Jason emerges from under the water
too, right next to her. Without making a
sound (like splashing water as he enters the lake), the killer has moved from
somewhere on shore to being underwater, only inches away from his prey.
This
power grows more pronounced in Jason Takes Manhattan, when a victim
in a cruise ship disco sees Jason at the room’s entrance, but can’t manage to
keep his eye on him, and Jason teleports closer and closer to him…
Jason’s
been through a lot these films, however, and perhaps it is no wonder that he’s
taking the easy way out, using teleportation skills to catch and kill his quarry. The film’s best and most
humorous kill occurs, similarly, when he picks up a girl in a zipped-up
sleeping bag and smashes her head first into a nearby tree.
The (violent move)
is so easy and simple, that you may feel Jason just isn’t into his work
anymore. There’s no hunting or stalking
here, no ratcheting up of the fear. He
just slices open a tent like a can of fruit, pulls out the girl (in sleeping
bag) and with one shot unceremoniously cracks her skull.
It
feels, at least to me, that all the energy in the film was being rallied for
the climax, which finds Tina doing her Carrie shtick and using her fearsome mental
powers against Jason. There’s a great shot here of the roof dropping on Jason’s
head (and then his undead hand punching through shingle).
And then Tina
telekinetically douses Jason in gasoline and sets him on fire. Jason burns, in glorious long-shot before our
eyes, and I’d be lying if I said the stunts and effects didn’t still look impressive.
I
also love how Jason looks in this film. He’s been rotting so long that we can
see the skeletal structure of his back poking through his flesh, and when Tina
telekinetically tightens his trademark hockey mask on the back of his head,
white/yellow pus oozes out of his flesh.
In
other words, Jason looks like a real monster, not just a mad-dog slasher this
time around, and I appreciate the adjustment in premise. He’s been dead and
buried before so he’s clearly a supernatural entity of some type.
Perhaps
the most ludicrous aspect of The New Blood is the manner of
Jason’s resurrection, which I alluded to above. Tina’s telekinetic powers miss
their target, her Dad, and accidentally hit Jason instead.
This
is almost as bad as a dog pissing on Freddy’s bones…in a dream.
I
didn’t know that telekinesis works this way; that it can make wrong turns or
hit unsuspecting corpses.
Of
course, if Tina can resurrect the dead, like Jason or her Dad, just using her
mental powers, why doesn’t she resurrect her Mom before the end of the
movie?
Once
you open up that can of worms, it’s tough to shut down. Why not resurrect all
the dead kids who are still in one piece?
The
New Blood is
filled with dopey, quasi funny moments that hover in a nebulous twilight zone, half-way
between the realm of intentional and unintentional humor. Dr. Crews (Terry Kiser) slowly goes
cross-eyed when gutted by Jason, for instance.
And one teenager is killed by a party horn to the eyeball.
It’s
tough to take any of this action seriously, at any level, and yet one scene --
with a young woman trapped in a wood-shed as Jason hunts her -- is surprisingly
suspenseful.
The
New Blood
makes me laugh every time I watch it. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, and
it isn’t concerned with much of anything, besides punishing vice (the
precursor, universally, to slice-and-dice).
I noted here that dead teenagers aren’t the only commonalities of all
these franchise films.
Instead,
every Friday the 13th movie features a moment in which a
storm rolls in, lightning crackles, and the power goes out. Jason moves in with the storm, a supernatural
avenger operating under cover of Mother Nature, punishing transgressors for the
unpardonable sins of premarital sex and smoking weed.
It
used to be that critics did a lot of hand-wringing over these films, but in
today’s horror film environment, the New Blood looks positively innocent
and naïve.
Still,
in the telekinetic-a-thon of the finale, viewers do get their money’s worth out
of this Friday the 13th entry, and good heaping dose of fun,
too.
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