Category: Horror Movies

Sort of like Cloverfield, only good.

First-person horror done right.

Seriously, how do you fuck up a movie about massacre-happy children?

Any movie that sets a slime-filled bloodbath to Air Supply’s Every Woman in the World, cannot be ignored.

As a way of announcing its silliness, the opening credits allude to James Bond, as a close-up of Jason’s eye reveals an even smaller Jason, walking much like 007…

It’s Showtime!!!– Lana, pulling out her tits in a restaurant bathroom despite being by herself.

After a Puritanical turn in Part 3, the ante is upped once again and the kids resume their fucking.

At this point, the virgins are dying right along with the sluts.

After plunging a sharp object into Alice’s brain, Jason is courteous enough to remove a kettle from the stove.

Memorable lines: Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!