By weird coincidence I decided to rewatch the original Friday the 13th this week, well before I realized that this week would actually have a Friday the 13th. I’ve been wanting to get to this for quite a while now, for complicated reasons. I’m fairly sure I saw it for the first time back in high school. (Though almost certainly not before. As a child I was absolutely terrified of Jason.) At any rate, on this viewing I’d forgotten so many details that it was like seeing it for the first time.
One awful, awful thing serious fans may have already known about (I did not) is the snake scene. In a pointless bit of tepid mood-setting, a black snake slithers into one of the cabins, and the goofy teenagers freak out. One of them hacks it up with a machete, and as far as I can tell, the scene is real. I didn’t even remember this scene happening, but on this viewing, I thought it looked suspiciously realistic. It seems I was right. (That link is to another WordPress blog. With a cursory Google search I’m not able to turn up anything more authoritative than that, and I’m lazy, but it sure did look like they really killed that snake.) I don’t tolerate animal cruelty in any form, so after a few minutes of waffling I turned the movie off and resolved not to finish it. But several days later my resolve crumbled and I picked up where I’d left off. If they did murder that snake 37+ years ago, me not watching the movie now wasn’t going to bring it back.
I’m not certain why, but despite my avowed dislike of slashers and bloody horror in general, the Friday the 13th franchise has always held a weird fascination. I think it’s because it scared me so badly as a kid. I’ve probably already mentioned the sleepover when friends were watching one of the Friday films on TV and I was so scared that I had to leave the room. Another time, some years later, I had to go on some sort of “retreat” at a place called Summit Lake. I have virtually no memory of what we did there–I assume it was normal camp stuff like canoeing and weaving stupid things out of gimp–except that all the kids slept in a big cabin and one night some of the other children terrified me with stories of how Friday the 13th‘s Crystal Lake was actually Summit Lake, where the movie was filmed. (This, of course, was total hogwash–Crystal Lake is in New Jersey, not Maryland–but I didn’t know that at the time. I actually believed for years after that the movies were filmed there.) My most vivid memory of the whole trip is lying awake in my cot, convinced that Jason was going to appear and murder me.
Then there was the infamous NES game, with Jason decked out in his inexplicably purple jumpsuit. I played it with a friend and remember being scared by it too, not because the game itself was particularly scary, but just because it referenced the scariness of the movies. Jason really freaked me out, even in purple.
So it could be that I’ve wanted to address some childhood fears by actually watching some of the Friday films. (To this day the only ones I’ve seen all the way through are the first one, Jason Goes to Hell, and Freddy vs. Jason. And the trashy 2009 reboot, but that doesn’t count.) But my conscious reason for wanting to revisit the first film now was to confirm that Jason, the antagonist of the rest of the series, did in fact drown in Crystal Lake as a child. If Jason drowned, that means his eventual appearance in the series is as a revenant, an undead murder machine, rather than just a regular murder machine. (I know that by the later films this is established, but there seems to have been some doubt about it in earlier entries.) Regular murder machines are boring to me, but undead ones are neat. And while I still don’t care for extreme violence, something about the Friday series’ weird mythos appeals to me.
You probably know the story (such as it is). In the film’s present, Camp Crystal Lake is about to be reopened after some twenty years. It was closed following some mysterious murders. Now a group of teenagers, including Kevin Bacon, have been hired as counselors and are working to get the place back in shape, but one night a thunderstorm hits and an unknown assailant starts a-murdrin’.
The killer, as we all know by now, is Pamela Voorhees, whose young son Jason was left to drown decades earlier by some irresponsible horny counselors. Now she exacts revenge on, I guess, anybody who comes to Crystal Lake? Only not really, because other people come and go and don’t get killed, like Crazy Ralph and the derpy police officer. Pamela mentions at one point that it’s Jason’s birthday, so I guess that’s why she’s killing people now? Also it’s Friday the 13th, so. Plot.
Yes, there’s really not a lot of narrative here. Despite this, Friday the 13th isn’t exactly a terrible movie. It’s got a coherent, if superficial and somewhat stupid story, and does manage to create an atmosphere of weirdness and, if not dread, then at least futility. Like later films in the series–and like the slasher genre as a whole–the plot is really nothing more than a series of flimsy excuses for people to be cut off from their friends and slaughtered one by one, but it’s at least plausible that a bunch of young people would be hired on an ad-hoc basis to serve as counselors at a junky local camp. Normally the “five or six young people do stupid things in isolated places and get murdered” formula feels less organic. The acting and writing are on the bad side of the spectrum, but not nearly as bad as other genre films. (I’m thinking especially of a later entry in the series, I don’t know which, and a line about “Tony the wonder llama.” Jesus.)
I am happy to say that, according to the story as laid out in the first film, Jason absolutely did drown. Apparently they retconned this later, because when Jason does show up it’s as an adult, but at the beginning he was definitively dead. He drowned in 1957, and in 1958 his mother Pamela Voorhees committed the franchise’s first revenge-murders against some of the counselors. There’s no ambiguity here: we hear it all right from Pamela’s mouth. So whatever else he is, Jason Voorhees the hockey mask-wearing butcher is and always was undead. The ambiguous scene at the end where Jason leaps out of the lake to pull final girl Alice in seems to confirm this: he’s all rotty and gross. Whether this scene is a dream or not (and I’d argue that the film heavily implies that it isn’t), we still know Jason was dead.
Except, I guess, when he wasn’t? But then he was again? Something. Whatever.
9 thoughts on “Retro Review: Friday the 13th (1980)”
They did kill that snake. I believe it was special effects man Tom Savini’s hand swinging the machete.
I’ve always felt the surprise at the end was a dream because 1) the policeman is watching and doesn’t remember it happening, and 2) like you said, Jason is noticeably bigger and older in the sequels.
Yeah, that certainly seems to be the direction they went with the sequels. You’re right about the cops not seeing Jason, but she was pretty far out in the lake and he leapt up on the far side of the canoe. Maybe they just saw her capsize but didn’t know how it happened?
Really messed up about the snake. I know Savini is revered, but that’s a shitty thing to do.
It is. To hack an animal apart for “entertainment” is low. There’s a lot of that kind of stuff in Italian “mondo” movies and cannibal movies. It always catches me off guard and makes me feel like shit.
Anyway, I hope you find closure in Friday the 13th Part II (that one actually has Jason).
Yeah, wasn’t the original Green Inferno (or whatever) notorious for killing real animals? Terrible. I remember seeing one of the “Faces of Death” videos as an idiot fifteen year old, because as an idiot fifteen year old I somehow thought that was a cool, mature, and edgy thing to do. When I was fifteen, you may have realized by now, I was very stupid.
Yes, there are many animal killings in Cannibal Ferox and Cannibal Holocaust. I can almost sorta kinda watch a tribesperson flay a turtle, but damnit I draw the line at coatimundis. They’re damn hell cute.
The slaughterhouse footage from the original Faces of Death where the workers literally saw through the throats of the cattle with machetes is what made me decide to become a vegetarian. I was fifteen or sixteen too. The only meat that I miss is popcorn chicken and shrimp. Never ate a whole lot of cow or pig to begin with.
*shudder* All of that. Boo. Boo to all of that.
I’ve blocked out most of FoD, honestly, which is clearly for the best. And I’ve toyed with going veg (though not because of that film). But I lack the willpower. Do you eat dairy?
Sure do, I can’t bring myself to go full vegan. I loves me some cheese. Giving the meat up was easy enough. But it took another a year for me to commit to cutting out things like Gelatin.
At any rate, I await your review of Part II, iffin’ you venture into the series that far.
While I’ve got you, do you perchance know of any (preferably free) texts or essays on Southeast Asian ghostlore, specifically on the Krasue/Ahp/Leyak, or databases from which I could search this material?
Hmm. I know of the krasue, but only through pop culture. But I have a colleague who works in Thailand. Give me a bit and I can ask him.