VHS Revival Revisits a significant turning point for the madman in the hockey mask.
The Final Chapter is something of a landmark in the ‘Friday’ series, but not for the reason most would have imagined.
Back in 1984, this was advertised as the final instalment in the franchise, one in which the irrepressible Jason Voorhees ‘finally met his match’ in a special effects whizzkid named Tommy Jarvis, but in reality this was only the beginning, or, more accurately, the dawning of a new era.
By the time part IV of the series came to fruition, the infamous video nasty scandal had already been and gone, and the God-fearing folk at the MPAA had applied a political tourniquet on the slasher sub-genre, draining it of all colour. In many ways, The Final Chapter was a last hurrah for explicit mainstream gore. From that point onward most of the chopping would be committed on the editing floor, and fans of the genre would be met with lukewarm imitations of their favourite graphic pastime.
With standards dropping and genre die-hards licking their wounds, this would surely spell the end for the hulking killer from Camp Crystal Lake. I mean, who wants to watch a series of such little imagination when the very reason for its existence has been banned outright. Tom Savini’s latex gallery of deaths was the creative force driving the series. Surely Paramount wouldn’t dream of subjecting the movie’s fan base to a watered-down version of their favourite product. This had to be the end. The proof is in the title.
Rob – Jason’s body has disappeared from the morgue.
Trish – It was stolen.
Rob – It was not stolen. Two people at the hospital are missing. Is this coincidence? He’s alive.
The Final Chapter did tremendously at the box office, raking in precisely fifteen times the $2,600,000 spent on production. What Paramount had on their hands was a stone cold cash cow, an iconic figure who had slashed his way into the hearts and minds of a generation. Voorhees had been painted as a symbol of a morally corrupt society as critics feared for the sanity of a generation, but the truth of the matter was, times were changing, moviegoers were becoming less affected, and the preceding generation were struggling to accept their altering environment, inevitably demonising that which was alien to them.
Some of their grievances were very much warranted, particularly those which questioned the artistic merit of a sub-genre whose nihilistic business plan knew no shame, and the majority of critics probably realised that this was the movie that would influence Jason’s transition into a cheap marketing gimmick of inexhaustible value. Perhaps they didn’t know how, but they knew; there was simply too much profit at stake. In the end, Paramount were happy to lose the gore, but they were unwilling to put their most valuable marquee attraction to bed at the peak of his popularity, and a new angle was needed to salvage the character if he was to survive the decade.
That angle came two years later in the form of seminal, meta-humour extravaganza Jason Lives! which tossed the horror rule book into a bottomless pit and transformed Jason from a nihilistic killer into a supernatural, tongue-in-cheek monster of limitless financial potential. There were hints of that formula in 1985’s A New Beginning, which temporarily resuscitated the franchise by introducing a copycat killer and reneging on the previous year’s titular promise. The opening of Part V featured a dream sequence in which Tommy Jarvis saw an indestructible Jason emerging from his grave to renew his infamous killing spree, a scene that would transpire in ‘reality’ only a year later. Paramount may have acquiesced with the MPAA’s artistic ruling, but they already had a back-up plan, a quite brilliant one, and it all began with a highly misleading title.
In spite of the company’s surreptitious intentions, The Final Chapter sets itself up as the final instalment of the series, opening with a campfire scene in which a counsellor recaps Jason’s years of wanton destruction to a group of kids who are not in the least bit perturbed by a potential recurrence. We begin where we left off, as Jason’s seemingly dead body is taken from the final scene of Friday the 13th: 3D to the local morgue, where Jason inevitably finds a second wind and returns to Camp Crystal Lake for more of the same. This time, Jason terrorises not only a gaggle of horny, drunken teens, but a fatherless, special effects whizz-kid and his family, who still live in the house across from Camp Crystal Lake in spite of three previous massacres in as many years. No wonder daddy didn’t stick around!
Part IV offers very little in the originality stakes besides the Tommy Jarvis sub-narrative, but compared with the rest of the ‘Friday’ sequels it is perhaps the most proficiently made horror movie of the bunch, offering some of the most genuinely tense moments of a franchise largely devoid of them. It is also the last of the original ‘Friday’ movies to feature explicit gore, with Tom Savini producing some of his best work, particularly a skull-crushing death in the shower and a scene in which a sleazy doctor has his throat cut and head turned around 180 degrees, while the sight of Jason’s impaled face sliding along the edge of a machete blade is an iconic moment in the ‘Friday’ legacy.
The fact that the movie is largely uncut probably explains why many fans view it as one of the most memorable entries in the series. This is Jason in his most natural form (almost), and the reason why people flock to see him in the first place. The movie is also well received for its various cult moments and ’80s star turns. Stand By Me‘s Corey Feldman plays the movie’s peewee protagonist, while Weird Science‘s Judie Aronson makes a rather low-key appearance as a sultry, yet peripheral victim.
Doctor – [to Trish] Under extreme duress, people are capable of extraordinary behaviour. That’s what happened when your brother violently attacked the killer. At that moment, it was perfectly normal for him to act to protect himself.
Another notable cult figure to appear in The Final Chapter is Back to the Future’s George McFly, Crispin Glover, who more than lives up to his oddball, real-life persona with a convulsive dance scene that would go down in horror movie folklore, all but confirming the theory that white people cannot dance, or even understand the nature of music. Ask any Jason fan about The Final Chapter, and they will invariably reference ‘the dance’, a scene of serendipitous charm which has become nothing short of iconic in the slasher cannon.
Perhaps the pinnacle of Jason’s more explicit period, The Final Chapter will always be best remembered for its young stars and accidental quirks, but mostly as a landmark in the series, a censorship-imposed turning point which would lead to a revolutionary period in the evolution of the Voorhees character. After ‘Part IV’, Jason would become much more than a sleazy Michael Myers clone. He would become the Roger Moore of the horror genre, a self-reflexive figure of tongue-in-cheek immortality, a character who, in spite of the majority of critics’ best efforts, transcended the predictability of the ‘Friday’ formula to become one of the most memorable characters in all of horror history.