The story of Jason Voorhees and his mad mother having been swiftly disposed of, the sack-hooded Jason starts terrorising visitors to the abandoned Camp Crystal Lake summer camp. His first bunch of victims duly dispatched, the film re-boots itself and flashes forward a few months. Trent, Jenna and their pals are partying at his father’s swanky lakeside home; Clay is searching for his missing sister Whitney. All of them end up on the sharp end of the now hockey-masked Jason’s machete.
Early on, a woman is burned alive inside her sleeping bag, but the subsequent ‘kills’ are standard fare. As is the would-be knowing dialogue: 'Go to the tool shed, it’s just down the path.' The only innovations are Jason’s labyrinthine, subterranean lair and the revival of the original’s adolescent obsession with titillating nudity and sex – topless water-skiing, vigorous coupling and a priceless line about 'perfect nipple placement'. Stunt man Derek Mears is fine as the indestructible Jason, but this is dull, unimaginative stuff.