As a die-hard horror fan, I feel I have the right to say that Friday the 13th has never been a particularly intellectual series. It is has never made chronological sense, nor tried to explain how Jason mysteriously transformed from a drowning 10-year-old boy into a hulking, deformed indestructible killer. But that’s okay. Audiences (for some reason) accept this and enjoy the series for what it is – cheap thrills, kills, and boobies. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy these things as much as the next gore hound. But after number 5, I tune out. Read on, dear reader, and find out why…
