Happy Birthday to a really shitty series of films that couldn't get made fast enough in the 80s. With a cool antagonist and an army of idiotic sluts you blitzed my youth with brainless dialogue and bargain basement special fx. Your best wasn't even mediocre and when we heard you were going to hell we all crossed our fingers in hopes that it was permanent. Friday The 13th, you leave me with one last lingering question that's I've wanted to ask since I saw your 8th installment at the theater in 1989: Hey asshole, since when is Manhattan on a boat?
Happy Birthday!
Please stay dead!
Lex.
