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Oh, Damian Bishop. What have you done? A very thin Jason Voorhees happily wanders around nature (the man has a pep in his step) and his inner monologue praises all the beauty of Mother Nature, whom he may have a sexual relationship with. He takes a break from all the joyful thoughts, removing his mask and just chilling in the serenity. He sees a stranger in a robe walking through the woods and tries to get his attention. Jason just wants to be friends so he goes searching for the mysterious stranger. He finds him but the entity vanishes right before his eyes and Jason has an existential crisis about why God wouldn’t want him to have friends. He hears his mother’s disembodied voice and follows it. Mother is a floating and green mannequin head hanging from a tree and calls her son an abomination amongst other things. She also lays down some horrible nihilistic facts for her baby boy but Jason won’t hear it. The fight is on between Kung-fu Jason and the floating head. Overdubbed audio from a Kung-fu movie plays and the floating head is knocked off the string holding it. Unfortunately, mama’s souls has been freed and mental anguish befalls our hero who screams before disappearing completely, leaving only his clothes behind. Perfect time for slow-motion footage of Jason skipping to the music of Enya. That’s all she wrote and once again Mr. Bishop has taken me on a trip that feels like I went to bed with a bad flu and woke up with full-blown schizophrenia. I love this man and I love his movies. This may be his best one to date. It’s ten minutes of stream of consciousness from a brain that’s akin to mine just with a little bit more enthusiasm.
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