So this is hardly a contest of personalities or, for that matter, wits. It is found in the poster for ''Friday the 13th VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan'' - an ax slashes through the heart of an ''I NY'' advertisement, with a hockey mask visible behind. The best joke to result from a ''Friday'' movie didn't even come from one of the pictures. (The initial ''Nightmare,'' written and directed by Wes Craven, came out in 1984 and featured Johnny Depp.) And the first ''Friday'' was released in 1980, so long ago that Kevin Bacon appears in it, and that appearance is not meant to be ironic. The real problem is that Jason (played this time by Ken Kirzinger) is a nobody whose face has been hidden for 20 years. (She alone keeps ''Freddy'' from being as white as the royalty issue of Vanity Fair.)įreddy's smirky sauciness at least gives audiences something to root for, or against. They include a rip-off of Jason Mewes's on-screen persona in ''Jay and Silent Bob,'' as well as Kelly Rowland, whose stumbling performance rivals the tumble her solo CD took from the charts. Meanwhile, the residents of Santa Metro - or whatever this Canadian hamlet standing in for a small American town is supposed to be called - are eliminated one by one. This movie expends so much energy setting up the back-story that it will leave those in attendance bored because the battle promised in the title doesn't start for more than an hour. Jason,'' which opens nationwide today, might have been any fun is if these two avengers from beyond the grave decided to team up and go after the cast of ''American Wedding.'' This dumb, only intermittently (though sometimes even intentionally) funny sequel presumes that since almost everything else from the 1980's has come back, why not the cynosures of the ''Nightmare on Elm Street'' and ''Friday the 13th'' movies? Yet people are also nostalgic for the world of four television networks, a young Macaulay Culkin and antitrust legislation. In this summer of sequels, the idea of trundling to a theater to see Robert Englund, returning as the razor-fingered Freddy Krueger, taking on the latest anonymous stuntman playing the hockey-masked slayer Jason Voorhees could only be linked to either a major home air-conditioning failure or an attempt to expose 1991's ''Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare'' as the deception it really was. This grunge match is far more horrible than horrifying. Jason,'' an idea whose time has come - and gone. The mildewed, rusted aroma that archaeologists encounter when unearthing a tomb is the same that will hit moviegoers attending ''Freddy vs.
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