Frightful Pagan Day!

The Heh Skull wishes you a very spooky Friday the 13th!

Hopefully you didn't suffer through an unfortunate demise on this day of dread. Ghost readers, be aware that I welcome your otherwordly patronage. Flattered I am. Zombies, stink up elsewhere. I've no time for shufflers. What's the ghost internets like then undead pals? Full of white-hot terror, and up-sheet pics of lady apparitions I'll wager. Saucy! I digress, here's your Disaster Year approved freaky Friday YouTube clip; with a remake out and about, it can't help but be topical!

This slice of nice comes from 1989's umpteenth trip to the well, Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan. A real stinker, once caught late at night on Summer Holidays BBC1. For those prone to affront, hockey-face barely makes it to any of New York's islands until deep into the last reels. Those liars! Very little pre-Giuliani Dearth Wishing cross-pollination on offer here. You'd think 80s New York would be ripe for the picking! Jason fails utterly to make any mark as an instrument of unkillable puritan justice. Anti-sleaze Golem vs nest of sin is out the window, Jason preferring to dog early reel nuisances instead. Ho-hum. Watch as a tired stunt worker plods his through some fright-house murder. The crumbling stink of unoriginality hangs heavy over this film, giving off belch whiffs as the latest offering limps through long assigned slaughter spunking. Phew! It gets up in your nose.

This here though is the sole fraction of quality; delirious anti-triumph as neo-con killer Jason reveals himself an Ali fan.



Rope-a-dope!