Freddy vs. Jason is the Tyson vs. Lewis of slasher flicks. It promises to be a great match and no matter who you think going in has the upperhand, you expect it to be fun along the way. Now, if you are looking for some great literary piece of great moviemaking, then forget it, you’ll be disappointed, but if you want better than the typical B-grade horror slasher flick fare complete with cheesy acting, funny one liners, gory slayings, boobs (breasts in the opening segment alert!), then exit stage left for Fandango right now.

The story goes like this …

Freddy Krueger can’t get back to killing the teens because they are taking this drug called Hypnocil, so what does he do? He wakes up Jason Vorhees, with help of his mother. Yeah, that Jason Vorhees, the hockey-faced machete-wielding teen stalker who can never die. Nevermind plot logic with this flick thinking too much about how one hellion can summon another hellion, but can’t seem to get past the effects of some experimental drug. Remember, these slasher flicks aren’t supposed to have plots that make sense!

Enter Lori (Monica Keena) the lead, who besides having nice looking breasts, and cannot really act (sorry), but does conveniently have some past movie tie-in to Freddy. Then there’s her dad, as chief physician and consultant to the local mental hospital (got to have a mental hospital in every decent slasher flick) has aided in locking up Lori’s boyfriend. And speaking of her boyfriend in the psycho ward, he’s just getting his nightly medicine when he just happens to see on the news on TV that Lori’s house has been the source of a brutal murder. Now how’s that for slasher flick coincidence? Like any real psych ward is going to be showing Channel 9 news to a psych ward where they don’t want them to have bad dreams.

As for characters there is the more than token stoner guy who has some funny one liners (”That goalie was really pissed”), the slutty image-conscious teen (Kelly Rowland), the chick (Katharine Isabelle) with a substance problem, the jock with the mondo ego, the geek who lusts for sex (Christopher George Marquette), oh and don’t forget a virgin; can’t do a horror flick without a virgin. The sterotypes are nearly as plentiful as the body count. And by the movie’s end, both Freddy and (mostly) Jason rack up some more victim counts.

And as for the match between Freddy and Jason? Well, it takes awhile, perhaps too long, to get there and when you get there you feel yourself wondering who you should root for: the lumbering Jason or the nightmare unfriendly Freddy? As it turns out, don’t think too hard or your head will feel like it met the wrong edge of Jason’s machete.

If you are looking for a good, artistic film that makes sense then by all means go see something else, but as far as comparing to other genre horror movie sequels, and that’s precisely what I’m doing for this review, this is one that belongs at the top of the sequel heap. It’s not scary and not in the league of classics of truly scary films like Halloween, but it more than makes the cut for sequels. Grade B-

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