On the 13th of each month, I write about a movie whose title contains the number 13.
Friday the 13th at this time last year, and since it's a year later, plus the 13th actually falls on a Friday this month, it seemed appropriate to return to the franchise and write about the 1981 sequel. In a lot of ways, Friday the 13th Part 2 represents the real launch of the series: It's the first movie to feature Jason Voorhees as the killer, to establish him as a mute, unstoppable brute who slaughters anyone in his path. Jason's still without his iconic hockey mask (which he picks up in the third movie), and his machete is only one of many weapons he uses to slice up a new crop of good-looking, dim-witted camp counselors. But most of the other elements are in place, and this movie serves as sort of a bridge between the limited premise of the original and the never-ending rampage of the later sequels.