Review No. 328
NOTE: The following review is far shorter than my average review (to be exact, 294 words). Please don’t bypass this review, especially now that you’ve opened it and have begun reading it, but let me preface it with: Since Friday the 13th: Part 2 is a cheerful rehash of Part 1 (not that it’s any less commendable for that), my review of Part 1 is linked here whenever you feel the urge to read it.
The Bottom Line: You’ll find yourself laughing so much at this “guilty pleasure,” that you may need to make sure you aren’t a necrophile.
Directed by: Steve Miner
Additional Scenes: Sean S. Cunningham
Written by: Ron Kurz and Phil Scuderi
Ginny Field: Amy Steel
Paul Holt: John Furey
Alice Hardy: Adrienne King
Jason Voorhees: Warrington Gillette
Pamela Voorhees: Betsy Palmer
Also Starring: Bill Randolph, Kirsten Baker, Lauren-Marie Taylor, Marta Kober, Russell Todd, Stu Charno, Tom McBride, Walt Gorney
Distributed by Paramount Pictures on May 1, 1981. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 86 mins. Rated R by the MPAA (mature themes; graphic violence; brief nudity; language; gore).
Friday the 13th: Part 2 was watched on February 23, 2013.
“There is someone in this room.” –Ginny (Amy Steel)
Allow me to synopsize the opening scenes in Friday the 13th: Part 2. A teenage girl is having nightmares. We see flashbacks from the previous film and discover that she’s the only surviving cast member from that one. She walks downstairs and hears a loud noise. Scared, she pulls out a kitchen knife to defend herself. There is a bang. She screams and then realizes the bang was from her cat jumping back inside through an open window. The cat meows. The girl goes to get something from the fridge. When she opens the door, she sees a severed head and screams. Suddenly, a killer appears behind her and skewers a sharp object through her brain. The cat meows again. A teakettle, which had apparently been there the entire time, begins whistling frenetically. Irritated, the killer puts forward a veiny hand and moves the teakettle over to the other side of the stove to cool down.
If you can’t enjoy a Friday the 13th movie for what it is, I wonder not about your taste in the horror genre but about your outlook on movies in general. It’s my firm belief that movies are, first and foremost, unpredictable, then fun. Especially after one outing, Part 2 is far from unpredictable, but damn if it isn’t fun. There’s nothing “fun” in any sense of the word seeing teenagers sliced and diced mindlessly. It happens every day, unfortunately, and it’s never a laughing matter. With Friday the 13th: Part 2, a laughing matter is often everything it is, maybe with a few cheap jump scares during the intense ending. It’s dumb, but dumb enough that it must be seen to be truly believed. The film runs clocks in at 86 minutes and you just can’t help wanting more.
“Please help me!” –Ginny (Amy Steel)
Postscript: This is the first film to feature Jason Voorhees as the main killer (his mother, Pamela, was the subject of its predecessor), but he has a flour sack over his head here. As I understand it, it’s Part III that introduces the notorious hockey mask.