It’s hard to take any of these movies seriously with “final” in the title. You’re going to make more. Don’t even try to act like you’re done.
This Friday the 13th sequel is a bit of a departure from the previous movies. After an elaborate FBI trap, Jason Voorhees’ body is blown to pieces. That’s at the beginning. The rest of the movie is Jason continuing his murder spree by way of his spirit possessing other people. The flaw in this strategy is that it eliminates the notorious title character in favor of this idiotic plot device to keep the franchise going. Also, the premise rips off The Hidden.
Then we have a bounty hunter guy who believes Jason is still “alive” and intends to kill him once and for all. Finally? He could have been a cool main character, but he’s barely in it.
Even with minimal hockey-masked Jason appearances, the movie does manage to stay somewhat true to the previous entries in the series. There are fornicating campers, gory deaths, stalking, shitty music, and a few bare breasteses. There are some fun horror homages as well, like the Necronomicon.
It’s mostly forgettable, because there is no real protagonist and Jason is nowhere near as menacing when he’s in a different body every 15 minutes. I liked the nice little ending scene that sets up Freddy vs. Jason. It’s kind of the consolation prize for having endured a 90-minute turd sandwich.