Jason awakes from that crack to the cranium he took just before the credits rolled on Part 2, and goes right back to punching tickets to hell for every stoner and fornicator dim enough to wander into the boonies. More of the same, really. But the J-man's serial killing DOES expand beyond teens this go around, as he even lays waste to the world's smallest motorcycle gang and a hapless shop clerk or two. A couple other memorable kills include a spear gun to the eye socket and the post-coital splitting of poor Andy mid-hand walk. But what's really important is that the flick features the FIRST donning of Jason's famed hockey mask -- lifted from the off-screen murder of Shelly the prankster goofus. Unfortunately, visual gags meant for theatrical 3-D audiences just seem silly without the effect. Two fleeting breasts during shower scene (the lovely Tracy Savage later became a high-profile TV reporter who covered the O.J. Simpson saga). 15 corpses. Hand rolls. The ol' phony hatchet-in-the-skull gag. Man on toilet with overly-realistic sound effects. Icy Chrissy scolds her amorous friends before their doomed journey begins, "Sex! Sex! Sex! You guys are getting boring, you know that?"
1982, 95 minutes, Widescreen (2.35:1), Trailer.
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