Happy Friday the 13th - The Many Guises of Jason Voorhees
Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)
The natural progression from Jason’s watery grave. John Buechler’s ghastly creation is perfection: the exposed spine and rib cage, the busted chain dangling around his neck and this face:
Not much else to say about this one. Brilliant FX work.
Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)
And after two innovative designs that took Mr. Voorhees from a pissed off mongoloid to an undead monster, laziness finally set in. This takes Buechler’s work and turns it into a grade-z variation. From the sludge-lathered clothing that conveniently looks to obscure detail (or lack thereof) to this monstrosity of an unmasking:
What else needs to be said? With part VIII Jason was reduced to looking like a Madball (specifically, that mummy that everyone growing up in the 80s seemed to have). His face is so soft and mushy that the filmmakers might’ve just slapped a hockey mask on a burnt and wilted marshmallow for as good as this looks.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the sheer ridiculousness of Jason Takes Manhattan, from disappearing passengers on a massive cruise ship to New York City sewers flooding with toxic waste every night at midnight, but the one thing that’s impossible to overlook is the shoddy make-up efforts. If there was a constant in these films, it should’ve been Jason’s look. He is, after all, the reason people showed up to see these films. Why’d he get such a raw deal, Paramount?