Jason's a tank, and smart for a retard, able to sneak around very well for his size and remarkable appearance. He's good at what he does, but would be screwed beyond the telling of it in this fight. In this matchup, Leatherface is easily the first man down- retarded and endowed with no stamina beyond the natural, as well as having a weapon you can hear from a mile away. Jack'sGirlfriend1 ( talk) 23:01, Octo(UTC) But, for me, all these killers could beat the next. And Leatherface would be the one standing with Jason in a final battle (I say that because Leatherface would probably kill Michael, and Jason would probably beat Freddy.
Michael would probably have nothing on any of them.
Freddy taunts Jason about his apearance.), Jason would beat all of them. Although, Freddy would probably torture all this killers in their sleep (Freddy vs. I think Jason would win because of his strenth and weapons. So while the usual suspects assemble to await their deaths, we're left waiting for more of what we came for in the first place: Freddy, Jason and some supernatural ass-kicking.I voted for Jason. And with the second-rate dialogue and often third-rate performances, all we're given to cling to is the hope that we'll see our favorite uber-villains get down to it eventually. What isn't entirely entertaining, however, is watching a pack of these children hog 60% of the film's spotlight, progressing through the flick only to discover exactly what we've known from the beginning.
It's hard to imagine a horror film without characters to kill, and thankfully kills come in plenty here. This, of course, is all established in the first ten minutes, after which the film makes its greatest, and most inevitable, error. So in cometh Jason, used here as Freddy's eight-foot tall, machete-wielding puppet (the Kermit, if you will, to Freddy's Jim Henson), sent in to give the Elm Street clan an unsuspected wakeup call it deserves.
The film begins with a rather nice prologue, explaining the set-up in an engagingly creepy and violent manner, giving up the blood, gore and laughter from the first firey frame.įreddy, in voice over, explains that the Elm Street children are being kept from dreaming by a drug called Hypnocil (a la Nightmare on Elm Street 3), and since they no longer remember his vicious past, they can no longer fear him, and fear, as we all know, is like oxygen to our well-done anti-hero. And for every draft that's been written in its service for every director who has expressed interest for every fan who has ever uttered the question, "When, goddammit, dear God, when!" there's a line or a character or a scene that just doesn't work. And in as much as this approach can work, it succeeds tremendously.īut frankly, this is a battle that fans have been waiting a decade for, ever since that familiar, metallic glove gave that familiar, tattered hockey mask the five-razor discount at the end of Friday the 13th, Part Whatever. Ronny Yu's vision of the long-awaited battle between horror's two super-divas is ripe with self-awareness, never quite daring to take itself too seriously and never forgetting to return, if only in part, to the rather hardcore origins from which these characters first emerged. There are some situations in which a good script, with a coherent story and solid characters, is absolutely called for, and some situations when it's not. While the usual suspects assemble to await their deaths, we're left waiting for more of what we came for in the first place: Freddy, Jason and some supernatural ass-kicking.
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