And it is a Friday either. It's Friday 13 and for fans of the horror film deserves the anniversary celebration. And style. On this day is considered bad luck in the Anglo culture. Apparently it would have to go back to the fourteenth century to discover the origins of this superstition would not know what to do with persecution of the Holy Inquisition of the Templars. But this is not what concerns me but the series of films starring the "dreaded" Jason Voorhees. Jason to dry for friends. At a stroke left him with no last name and without qualification.
And, let's face it, poor Jason killed because their victims were left. I have no doubt. For those who do not know the story Jason was a child and Flounder cojitranco victim to the taunts of their peers.
You know ... Angels!
Anyway, I was camping at Crystal Lake, where his mother worked as a cook when he drowned in a lake (as well cojitranco, could not swim). I fled from the mockery of those with whom I shared bunk beds and campfire at night and to top it all caregivers or heard because they were his own: giving the leek and onion snuggling.
Jason's mother decides to avenge the death (accidental, on the other side) of your child and you mess up the world. Bloody slaughter where they exist to survive only a girl, who is charged Pamela Sue (mother of Jason) and cut off his head with a machete.
Jason then returned from the dead to avenge the death of his mother.
This is, nuances aside, the plot more or less consistent based on eleven films (if sequels are never good, you can become charged ...) starring Jason. A serial murderer of two meters high and over a hundred kilos, cojitranco (sorry to insist both on disability, but it is not easy for a guy like you do not catch you if you let yourself, my god!) and Flounder, and no one, no one seems able to escape. That, if inconspicuous and some mistook him for a neighbor of the fifth, we plant a hockey mask and a chainsaw to give us time to alert us at a distance.
Now, he is seen coming from afar, if you know what I mean.
But is that such films can not be a stop to analyze under what subtleties, you will believe it all, period, because if not, put a quibble, really: who the fuck has yet to get the key the bowler to open the door of your car?, "once opened for what the hell have to use another different key to start it?, how many serene know, by God? Always carrying all one hundred keys hanging from the key ring and are two hours trying them all until you find your home address! Why milk in the moments of maximum tension always decide to go every man for himself? Who in their right mind goes into the woods further away from civilization to give the hormone by the taste and when you hear noises in the ceiling out to see who's there?
Well you see, despite all this, or perhaps because this to me, these movies make me mad and tonight, I'll celebrate with a continuous session of the series.
course, with my boy next door and with candles in romantic plan, that at twelve starts Valentine!!
Another day I speak of Freddy Krueger, who also has balls ...
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