| Jason Goes to Hell Released: 1993 MPAA Rating: R Genre: Slasher Nuts and Bolts: The spirit of Jason lives on, possessing body after body in an attempt to find his last living blood descendent so that he can regain his rightful throne as King of the Badasses. Summary: Okay, so we kick start this puppy with your average run of the mill hottie tooling out to good ole Camp Crystal Lake for a little bit of R&R. Elizabeth Marcus goes through all of the motions of your average campfire victim. After entering the cabin, she mucks around in the dark, and peels off all her clothes for the sake of proving to the viewers that Jane Fonda's 147 work out tapes really do work. Of course you realize, that as she is bending her aerobicized ass over the bathtub to turn on the water, serial killer Jason Voorhees is hiding in the broom closet masturbating. Now what I love about Jason is the fact that he will wait until the comely victim strips down to her thong before initiating first contact. After all, the guy is something of a recluse and probably doesn't get many hot dates. So he patiently waits for the camera crew to stamp the official R-rating on this bird before getting down to business. Jason jumps out just as Elizabeth wraps a bath towel around her moistened supple body. He gives chase and Elizabeth dashes out of the cabin into the woods. She even executes a perfect "Bo Duke Slide" across the hood of her car. But what Jason doesn't realize is that the whole thing is a big set up. Just as he is ready to bring down the machete of death, a hundred spotlights flash on him and a score of FBI agents jump out of the woods armed with hand cannons. Jason has just been punk'd! They unleash a volley of shots upon him and basically blow his ass to kingdom come. His head goes rolling off into the dirt and his still beating heart is left black and throbbing in the dust. In the distance, badass bounty hunter Creighton Duke mutters, "I don't think so." More on him later. So the FBI shovels up the soup of his remains and ships Jason off piece by bloody piece to the Federal Morgue in Youngstown Ohio. Here we have your stereotypical coroner. These guys make me laugh. They're more like sports commentators than physicians. They give you the play by play while needlessly interjecting some off color humor into they're diagnosis. After shlupping around through the pieces of charred up flesh, the guy comes upon Jason's heart. Now here's the point in the movie where you have to take everything you THOUGHT you knew about Jason Voorhees and chuck it out the window. The doc is holding the beating heart in his hand and a strange blank expression overtakes him. He grips the thing tightly and begins gnawing and chewing at it like it was a goddamn sirloin. If this guy eats pussy the same way he eats cardial muscles, then I bet he would be a shoo-in for the porn industry. Now the assistant coroner comes in and begins making fun of Jason's corpse. He doesn't realize yet that the ghost of Jason Voorhees now inhabits the body of the mad munching mortician. The Coroner Jason grabs a pair of dissection probes and shoves them into the dweeb's brainpan. He then stomps out of the morgue and kills two security guards. So a week goes by and Jason carves up five more people on his way from Ohio to Camp Crystal Lake. The investigative reporting show known as American Casefile airs a special commemorative episode wherein they pay out $500,000 dollars to bounty hunter Creighton Duke to capture and kill Jason once and for all. American Casefile's host Robert Campbell interviews Duke at his personal training compound, and Duke claims that he is the only one that possesses the means to get rid of Jason for good. (Yeah, yeah yeah. We've all heard THAT before). Let's shoot over to Crystal Lake. There's a little diner there on the outskirts of town featuring a 2 for 1 sale on Jason burgers. Here we meet Diana Kimble (Erin Grey). Diana is a middle-aged waitress who works for a sexually questionable woman named Joey. Joey is married to Pookie and has a meatloaf of a boy named Ward. Now before long, Creighton Duke comes into the place decked out in his ten-gallon hat and his black hombre duster. He puts the moves on Diana, but this is just a ploy to warn her about Jason Voorhees. Now why would Duke do a silly thing like that? Diana tries to brush him off, but her boyfriend Sheriff intervenes and arrests Duke. I'm not really sure what he arrests him for though. Maybe it's because the guy is black, who knows? I guess somebody forgot to tell Sheriff Pigfucker that this isn't 1966 anymore. You can't just go and start persecuting people of color for no good goddamn reason. Some people just have no sense of decency in regards to the black man's culture. Now while Sheriff Goodoleboy hauls Duke away, Diana speaks to a young buck named Steven Freeman. Steven used to date Diana's daughter Jessica. In fact, he even has a daughter by her. Diana tells Steven to come by her place at 11:00 because she has something extremely important to tell him. So Steven leaves the diner and picks up three hitchhikers. He takes them out towards the old campgrounds and drops them off. Two of the dorks pitch a tent in order to toast a weenie while the flat chested blonde of the group fiddles about outside. Coroner Jason steps up to the plate and strikes little miss raisin nipples down with that trusty probe he stole from Ohio (Apparently he's been carrying it this whole time). He then picks up a tent rod and impales the other two losers in the trademark Jason fashion. But now its time for Coroner Jason to get back into town. Diana is leaving work and says goodbye to her friend Deputy Josh. Deputy Josh is getting ready to take his girlfriend Edna out for a night on the town. Which for this region, likely consists of three hours worth of cow tipping and skeet-shooting. Coroner Jason steps out of the shadows and kills Edna by slamming her head between a car door. It's a pretty quick shot so you have to pay real close attention or else you'll miss it. Now here's where it gets really strange. Rather than killing deputy Josh, he takes him back to the old Voorhees homestead. Yes, that's correct kiddies. We actually get to see where little Jason was born and raised. Shit, I didn't even know this maggoty fuck even knew he had a home. What's more, he's apparently been paying the power bill all these years as well. Anyway, he takes Josh into the old family dining room and strips off all of his clothes and ties him down to the dining room table with big leather straps. Now right about now you're probably thinking to yourself, "Oh Headhunter, quit funnin' with us. He does no such thing!" Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but its true. J straps the naked hillbilly down to the dining room table. My right hand to God. On top of that, he begins shaving the guy's face. He even uses shaving cream. God forbid Jason's victims should die with razor burn right? But unfortunately for Deputy Dawg here, this close shave does not come with Aqua Velva. Instead, Coroner Jason leans over and pukes this black chunk of shit into the guy's mouth. Pretty sick eh? Now I've heard of snowballing but what in the name of sweet fuck do you call this? I hear there's websites dedicated to this sort of thing but I've never had the balls to check them out myself (Despite what my friends claim). Anyway, Josh eats the turd and by some strange method of osmosis not quite adequately defined by Cal Tech physicists, the spirit of Jason Voorhees leaves the body of the coroner and enters the body of Deputy Josh. So now its time to introduce Diana's daughter Jessica. Now remember how I said that Jessica and Steve are no longer together right? Well, Jessica has hooked herself up with a new boy-toy. In fact, it's Robert Campbell, the host for American Casefile who hired Creighton Duke to kill Jason Voorhees. Ya gotta love these small town contrivances. Jessica calls mom and tells her that she's on her way over to introduce her new boyfriend. But before any of that can happen, Deputy Jason breaks into Diana's house and tries to kill her (Just as Creighton predicted). Steve arrives just in time to effectively do nothing in the most professional manner possible. Diana shoots Deputy Jason through the head, but this doesn't even slow him down. Jason slings a kitchen knife at her and it plows into her spine between the fourth and fifth vertebrae. She slumps to the floor dead and manages to put a nasty stain on the carpet. Steve manages to drive Deputy Jason away by plunging a fire poker through his chest. This is important, because it offers some insight when fighting serial killer possessed police officers. Remember, bullets to the head won't do shit, but a well-oiled fireplace poker can work wonders. Now by this time, Sheriff Ed Landis shows up just in time for Jason to make his getaway. Landis naturally fingers Steve for the murder and arrests him. And just to keep up the theme of small town contrivances, guess who is in the cell next to Steve? Yup, its Creighton Duke. Duke convinces Steve that he knows information that is vital to the safety of Jessica Kimble and her baby. But in order to get this information, Steve has to volunteer to have his fingers broken by the Dukester. Is everyone in this town a fucking masochist? Anyway, Duke breaks two of Steven's fingers and then tells him some cryptic nonsense along the lines of, "Through a Voorhees he is born, and only a Voorhees can destroy him". Now here's where we shoehorn in some important albeit bizarre information. Apparently, Jessica is Jason Voorhees niece. So Jason has to possess the body of another Voorhees in order for him to regain his original body. Steve gets excited by this info and cons another deputy named Randy over to his cell. Apparently Steve and Randy used to be boyhood chums and he manages to snake the keys from the deputy and set himself free. So now Steve is running all over trying to find Jessica and baby Stephanie. He stops in at Joey B's diner and talks to meatloaf boy. Meatloaf Boy lets Steve borrow the keys to his car, but he also tells him to hightail it, since Steve is accused of murdering Diana. Steve eventually happens upon Jessica, but something interesting happens before that. Apparently, American Casefile host Robert Campbell is not quite the polished charmer he appears to be. He steals Diana Kimble's body from the morgue and plants it in the basement of the Voorhees house. He intends to run a story at the house so that authorities can "accidentally" uncover the body thereby pushing American Casefile's ratings through the roof. But Robbie never bothered to check and see if the house was unoccupied. As luck would have it, Deputy Jason steps through the door, and spits that chunk of shit into Campbell's mouth. Like before, this enables his soul to leave the deputy's body and enter another. Now Jason stalks off in search of Jessica. He eventually catches up to Jessica just as she is getting ready to take a shower. Steve intervenes and the two bolt out of the house into Meatloaf's car as Jason gives chase. Steve slams the gas and runs the poor bastard over. And just for an added bonus, he even throws the fucker into reverse and runs him over again. Now Jessica is freaking by this point, because she believes Steve just ran over her boyfriend (Remember, he doesn't LOOK like Jason Voorhees anymore). Jessica clobbers Steve and kicks him out of the car. She runs to the Sheriff's office to tell them that Steve just killed Robert Campbell. Sheriff Landis sends Randy out to capture him. Randy finds Steve and the two get into a rather humorous little fistfight. The fight is stalemated when they simultaneously draw guns on one another. Steve learns that Jessica is at the police station and allows Randy to arrest him and bring him in. They eventually get there, and Jason is tearing up the place throwing police officers around all hurly-burly. At some point during the chaos, Creighton Duke manages to get out of his cell. Jessica now comes to realize that Steve has been right all along and that it is actually Jason Voorhees who is after her. They run out of the police station and head to Joey B's diner (Earlier in the film, Jessica dropped her little runt off at the diner for safekeeping. Which to me doesn't seem like a really smart move. I wouldn't trust these rednecks with my last beer let alone my first and only child. Oh well). Jessica tries to get Joey to give her the baby, but Joey refuses. They argue for a bit until Jason smashes his way into the diner. He kills Joey, Pookie and Meatloaf as well as an errant gun-slinging waitress. Jessica runs into the back to go get baby Stephanie only to discover that the little tyke is gone. In place is a note from Creighton Duke instructing her to meet him at the Voorhees house. Steve and Jessica drive down to the Voorhees shack to meet up with Creighton. Duke gives Jessica this special knife that only a Voorhees can wield. This is the only thing that can stop Jason for good. Jason meanwhile, possesses another body and invades the house. He starts chasing people around until Steve comes up behind him and cuts the host body's head off with a machete. Out from the head stump, a weird little critter crawls out and scurries off into the cellar. Now what no one realized is that the corpse of Diana Kimble is down here (Remember, Campbell planted it). The critter burrows its way into Diana's dead vagina. Stop laughing, I'm being serious. Despite the fact that Diana is dead, this still allows Jason the ability to regain his original body; hockey-mask, tattered clothes and all. Now we finally get to see the REAL Jason Voorhees whoop a little ass. Creighton tries to fight him off, but Jason snaps his back in a big bear hug. He then chases Jessica and Steve outside and tries to kill them. Jessica stabs Jason with the special knife and a thousand brightly colored lights begin poking out of his body. As he begins flopping around, these cruddy mud crusted hands poke up out of the ground and pull Jason down under, presumably back down into Hell. Jessica, Steve and their baby quietly walk off into the sunset. The only thing left behind is Jason's infamous hockey mask. But don't worry about that. When no one is watching, a very familiar razor-gloved hand pokes up out of the dirt and drags the mask down into Hell. Acting/Dialogue: The acting is a lot stronger than one would expect from a Jason flick. It's nothing wholly remarkable mind you, but it's a slight step above that of a made-for-TV-movie starring Farrah Fawcett. The only cast member who kind of grates on me is Steven Williams as Creighton Duke. I don't think Steven had a real sense of what to do with this character. At some points, he comes off as the 80s style steely-eyed butt stomper, and in other scenes he becomes an aloof crack-a-loon. But I guess I can't really slight the guy; he did the best with the crap that he was dealt. Gore: There are a few choice scenes, but overall the gore comes from alternative venues. None of the Jason kills are really that graphic. However, the scenes where the host body begins puking feces into the other guy's mouth is kind of gross. And the biological breakdown of Deputy Josh's body is really fucking wild. Beyond that though, the shit is rather tame. Guilty Pleasures: FBI agent Marcus has the most kick-ass body I have ever seen in a horror movie! Her ass alone is enough to demand a 3D variant of this film. In fact, I will even go on record and state that they should make a spin-off sequel entitled "Agent Marcus's Ass: The Fellowship of the Ass"! One Ass to rule them all. One Ass to find them. One Ass to bring them all. And in pornographic glory, bind them. My preeeeeecious. Uhhh…urr…sorry. Got a tad carried away there. Let's move on. Now there exists an issue of unjustifiable nudity that I simply must rant about. Many people find themselves outrageously offended by gratuitous female nudity and in one small regard, I must agree with them. Simply put, What the fuck is the point in having a character take their top off when their tits are smaller than my Dachshund's? Hell, not only does my wiener dog have bigger titties, but she's got six of them to boot. Whoever is the casting agent for this flick ought to be bludgeoned to death with nine irons. I don't ask for a lot when it comes to my perversities, but I do ask that they at least respect the ART of perversity. The skinflick examples from Jason Goes to Hell are supplied solely for the express purpose of male titillation. That's the only reason they're there. If you are going to have pointless nudity in your movie, then at least extend your viewers the common decency to give us a decent pair of bonzos to gaze at. I'll let you guys at New Line off easy for this one. But that's ONLY because you gave us the splendor of the one true Ass. The Good: This movie represents one of those strange occurrences where I can't really decide whether or not I truly like it. If I do enjoy it, then its probably because the overall quality is 57 times better than those miserable chunks of garbage known as Friday the 13th Part 7 and Friday the 13th Part 8. Now if you recall, Jason Takes Manhattan climaxes with a ridiculously ambiguous scene, where Jason is transformed into a healthy twelve-year-old kid thanks to a couple of hundred gallons of sewage. Fortunately, the bad boys of New Line Cinema realized that this ending was just too fruity to even address, so they ignored it altogether. Typically, I despise when Franchise developers ignore their earlier works (Hence my ire for the modern Halloween movies), but with Jason Goes to Hell, I'll make an exception. We all benefit from the fact that this movie doesn't even attempt to make sense of Jason Takes Manhattan. But does that make Jason Goes to Hell any good? Is it really an innovative and courageous new turn in the Friday franchise, or is it just a breath of fresh air because it's not structurally hinged to its forbearers? I regard this sort of movie making in the same way that I regard most US Presidents. It's not a total chunk of shit, but considering the cesspool that we are usually thrown in to, I suppose that this particular turd is more vibrant and appetizing than what our expectations would suggest. Like in life, if you find yourself in a position where you are forced to eat shit, at least make sure you are using a clean spoon. As you have learned from the summary, Jason Goes To Hell takes all of your prior knowledge of Jason Voorhees and flings it out the bathroom window onto the crisp green lawn outside like a stack of burnt pancakes. J-Vo has enjoyed a supernatural resonance for the past three films now, but this unworldly presence has never really stretched beyond the zombification and inexplicable strength of its title character. But here we find, that the roots of Jason's mystique stretch well beyond the commonly accepted norm. The TRUE Jason Voorhees is actually this wee little Hell critter that seems to infect his body (As well as the bodies of others) like a virus. The nature of such a reality is lost to mystery. Many of the Friday staples are still present here. Even though Steve Cunningham is not behind the slate anymore, director Adam Marcus does a good job at maintaining the Voorhees vibe throughout the bulk of this picture. But in all fairness, a lot of this potential is owed solely to composer Harry Manfredini who locks this puppy into place with his recognizable score. Even with the lack of a physical Jason Voorhees, this movie keeps the tone and texture of what we would come to expect from a solid Jason movie. Now there are a few fun little Easter Eggs to be found here. First off, you may note that the shoulder patch on Sheriff Ed Landis' uniform reads, Cunningham County Sheriff's Department. This is an homage to producer and series creator Sean Cunningham. Kane Hodder who portrays Jason, likewise plays a bearded security guard in the morgue. There are also several references to previous horror films. I suspect that Sheriff Landis' character was named for John Landis, the noted director who brought us Twilight Zone: The Movie as well as An American Werewolf In London. There's also a scene where Jessica goes to the police station to tell the Sheriff about Steve. She mentions that she saw him right near "the old Myers place". This is an obvious wink to the ass-kicking Halloween whacko Michael Myers. An earlier scene makes an allusion to Steven Spielberg's Jaws. When Robert Campbell is offering the bounty to Creighton Duke, Duke replies "500,000 is my price. For that, you get the mask, the machete, the whole damn thing." This line of dialogue is reminiscent of words spoken by Robert Shaw's character Quint in Jaws. Of course, Quint was referencing a great white shark rather than a serial killer, but lets not nitpick. A few more treasures can be found in the ole Voorhees homestead. Steve pages through an ancient tome, which is none other than the Necronomicon; a pithy little Grimoire known to give a certain guy named Ash heaps of trouble. In the same vein, the mystical dagger that Jessica uses to stab Jason looks suspiciously similar to the knife from the afore-mentioned Evil Dead series. Within the cellar of the Voorhees house is a wooden box, which is none other than the crate from the third vignette in George Romero's Creepshow (The segment was entitled amusingly enough, "The Crate"). And of course, the showstopper is the razored hand of Freddy Krueger punching through the dirt to latch on to Jason's hockey mask, bringing it down into Hell. If I have to explain to you who Freddy Krueger is, then there's no helping you. The Bad: Now while, I can't fault Adam Marcus' enthusiasm, I do fault his structure. The movie simply leaves us with too many unanswered questions; questions that do not serve to intensify a sense of mystery, but actually only serve to confuse and malign our perceptions. First off, there's this whole nonsense about Jason's extended family. Pamela Voorhees states outright in Episode 1: The Phantom Slasher, that she has only had one child, Jason. Who the fuck then is Diana? When the hell did Pam and Elias Voorhees squeeze this one out? Was it before or after Pammy had her melon lopped off at the end of the first movie? I suppose that Diana could be the daughter of Elias through another marriage, but no mention is made of this at all whatsoever. And even if she is the lost Voorhees child, how come it took nine movies before we ever even heard of her? She's certainly aware of her lineage as indicated by her nervous meeting with Creighton Duke. Why did she bother to stick around? I'm surprised she hasn't packed up her shit and headed off to Haddonfield Illinois. And speaking of Creighton Duke, what the hell is the DEAL with this guy? The movie shows us that he has some undisclosed history with Jason Voorhees. Exactly what this history is, I have no idea. But Creighton seems to be the man with all the answers. He immediately doubts the finality of Jason's death at the hands of the FBI. And he also knows the means by which to kill Jason for good. How the fuck does he know all this shit? I've watched these movies several times, and there has never been any indication that Jason can hop from body to body. So far as I'm concerned, this is the first time he's ever pulled this stunt. There is no way that Duke should be aware of this fragile yet personal transitional period in Jason's life. Where did Duke get the magic knife? And how did he know it would work on Jason? How did he learn of the missing Voorhees child? And what makes him think that only a blood relative can kill Jason? Is there a special Voorhees Guide For Dummies floating around that I didn't know about? Did Creighton surf the net and come upon some Jason fan fiction slash story that revealed all the juicy tidbits? Maybe Creighton is one of those D&D geeks that bought the Friday the 13th Role Playing Module from TSR which contains the bonus supplement entitled "How to Create A Contrived Plot Device". I wouldn't be so pissed off about the Duke character, but for the fact that he dies at the end! If Duke had survived the massacre, then there would at least be the promise of seeing him pop up in a sequel wherein we can learn his back story. But no. Duke is gone and I'm not entirely sure whether or not that's a bad thing. There's also a completely pointless scene, which acts as a fairly transparent means of showing the director's desperation. This is the scene with the three campers. None of them are integral to plot whatsoever, and their presence is only there to chew up some of the film's running time. I would respect the scene if it at least offered something. But it doesn't. All we get are quick flashes of topless girls with no discernable breast value, and their deaths are unimaginative and completely lacking in any sort of style or finesse. Now I'm not the type that requires copious amounts of gore in every death scene, but when you are dealing with a scene as disturbingly pointless as this one, you at least owe it to the fans to make it as viscerally gratuitous as possible. I also have to dedicate a moment to bitch about the Voorhees farmhouse. Needless to say, the place is a real fixer-upper. But despite the dust and debris, the home still has working lights! Who has been paying the power bill on this place all this time? Certainly not Jason. In fact, I have to wonder how Jason even knew this place existed. Granted, it's his childhood home, but I always figured that his original house was destroyed or inaccessible. Why else would he prefer to live in that shit-shack in the woods for so long? So now I have to wrap my brain around the idea that meat-head Voorhees actually OPTED to live in a sheet-metal out-house that makes trailer parks look like Beverly Hills, when he could have simply returned to the home of his birth, which is ideally equipped with working lights and indoor plumbing. I still can't get past this 'shaving' thing either. The guy has just spent the last 20 years boasting an ass for a face, and NOW all of a sudden he gets struck by a twinge of vanity? I'm also lost as to why he took off the guy's clothes. He puts them back on immediately after possessing him. Shades of Deliverance! What the hell was he DOING to this poor bastard? And what the fuck is the deal with the Jason-Dagger? Are you trying to tell me that some ancient mystic actually crafted a dagger whose sole purpose is to kill Jason Voorhees? Was it Elias Voorhees perhaps? He does have the Necronomicon after all. Is that was the director is trying to tell us? Actually…no. Scratch that last question. They aren't trying to tell us that all. They're not trying to tell us ANYTHING! That's the goddamned problem! Grrr. But the miasma doesn't stop there. Let's move on. Now of course, the biggest complaint that us little fanboys are going to have is the total castration of the Jason dynamic. It's not enough that he turns into an uber-zombie is it? No no no. Now we find out that Jason Voorhees is nothing more than this slimy little hairless weasel living inside of a person's body. Now while the structural fortitude of these host bodies are pretty damned commendable, they will eventually grow diseased and fall apart. I assume this is partially the reason why Jason has become so butt ugly over the years (Not that he was winning any beauty pageants beforehand). When the fuck did Jason learn this trick? And more importantly, why hasn't he used it before? Is this the kind of supernatural epiphany that only comes once your body has been blown into a spray of blood and gastric juices? Why does he feel the need to jump from body to body? Even if the bodies become diseased, they still take a helluva punishment. And how in the hell does Jason even know about Diana and Jessica? This clown would have no idea he had a sister. There's no reason that he would walk all the way from Ohio to Crystal Lake just to take out a relative that, for all intents and purposes, he should have no prior knowledge of. Which brings me to the most moronic aspect of this movie. Once Jason sloughs off his last host body, the little critter guy burrows into his sister's muff. Fucking hillbillies. Hog-tying the deputy wasn't enough was it? Even as the undead they can't keep their hands off their goddamned siblings. But be that as it may, this act brings the entire cycle full circle and Jason is now fully reborn in his own body. Not only does he resemble his original charming self, but also he still has the same broken hockey mask and ripped up clothes! What good is reincarnation if they can't even mend your clothes for you? Or give you a decent haircut? If sewage can transform you into a normal boy, then surely a big bad mystical reincarnation could at least patch up your duds! What a raw deal. If I were Jason, I would demand a refund for this bogus shit. In summation, Jason Goes to Hell will enthrall some people and enrage others. If you are a Friday purist, then I would suggest you avoid this one like the Clap. It breaks so far away from recognizable continuity, that you will probably induce seizure trying to make heads or tails of it. However, if you are the type of fan that thinks the Friday series is a dead dog waiting to be buried, then you might want to put the shovel down for just a second and give this one a shot. Even dead dogs can be fun to play with if you can get past the smell. Jason Goes to Hell is the most unique entry into the series and takes a bold new turn from what some may feel is a dried up recipe for banality. Great Lines: "In my professional opinion…this guy is deader than shit!" -The Coroner while examining Jason's remains. "How ya doin' you badass maggoty fuck! Fuck you!" - Assistant Coroner. "That makes me think of a little girl in a pink dress sticking a hot dog through a doughnut." -Creighton Duke. I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about here. Sounds like some kind of sick pedophilia joke or something. "Through a Voorhees was he born... through a Voorhees may he be reborn... and only by the hands of a Voorhees will he die." --Creighton Duke Overall Rating: 5 out of 10 severed heads. |
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