It was clear by 1986 that Paramount wasn’t going to stop with the Friday the 13th movies. This one begins totally abandoning the psychotic break of Tommy, from the previous film. He’s evidently not a murderer, or the next Jason. Or the same actor.
It’s implied that Worf has a larger penis than anyone in the room during a poker game. Pulaski calls him “handsome” as this gets the old thing wet. Picard calls them to their posts because this is a starship, not a cruise ship.
After Friday the 13th 4, it looked like we were done with this series. Hollywood thought so, too. That’s why it took countless amounts of time spent developing the right script, character ideas and plot points.
It was released the year after the last one.
This review is off to a bad beginning, as I take up a sneezing and coughing fit I can describe in one word: hell.
I can’t find episode 2, but in essence, it looks like Janae snotted all over herself and the other girls grew to hate her. I must skip to 3. Sorry folks (It doesn’t matter, this show features no plot or intellectual cohesiveness)
Losing the 3D gimmick, Friday the 13th is back yet again. It’s foolish to think one could end a shitty franchise these days, simply by putting “The Final Chapter” in the title of a movie – but that’s what Hollywood chose to do in 1984 with the Friday the 13th franchise. Crack-director Joseph Zito is the man responsible this.