Fans of the Rifftrax team (motto: "snark-your-way-thru-the-movie-with-us") may well get a kick out of this. Illogical, low-budget thrillers are their specialty, and this one fits that description perfectly. You'll also get a look at latter-day Charlie's Angel Tanya Roberts.
Most of the casualties, natch, are attractive but expendable young adults who have the IQ's of raisins---but you have to give the makers some credit for imagination in the way 'Woody', the first victim, is dispatched. (In the next scene, as his buddies travel down a country road in a jeep looking for him, they pass one lone, nondescript car tire lying in the brush at least 100 feet away. As they go by, one girl points at it---100 feet away, remember---and remarks, "that's Woody's tire! He must have gone this way." That's some good spotting, yes sirree. Especially when it looks like ten bazillion other car tires.)
Sympathy for at least one of the characters should be an aim in most movies, but it's hard to muster up much of that for any of these teenage jugheads----they should have alarm bells going off in their empty little noggins, but they pretty much stand around getting Jason Voorhee'd with little, if any, resistance. Chuck Connors, a tv-golden-age icon, was undoubtedly in need of some quick cash.
Still, this is worth a watch for the sheer "shake-your-head-disbelief" quality and some good offscreen riffing by 'Trax's overaged schoolyard nerds--including a killer one (involving the 3 Stooges and Charlie's Angels) about a half-hour in. Fun with some popcorn and a brewski.
