Don’t go in the woods, you fools!
Kevin Bacon, and some more-anonymous folks, get shredded in a film which helped launch a genre.
Halloween and Black Christmas came first, and A Nightmare on Elm Street is better, but ’80s slashers don’t blossom with the same fury without Jason’s mom “disciplining” naughty teens.
After endless sequels starring a can’t-be-killed monster, it’s refreshing to return to where it started — with a real mystery and a lot of ki-ki-ki-ma-ma-ma.
Which freaked out nine-year-old David when I saw a TV ad while in the dark basement at my grandmother’s house, thank you very much.
