Reel 2054

At the beginning of each episode we are warned "Jason Voorhees made a deal with the devil to sell cursed antiques, but he broke the pact and it cost him his soul. Now his niece Vicki and her cousin Ryan have inherited the store and with it the curse. Now they must get everything back and the real terror begins." A much more realistic & the prospect of more mindless horror movies being adapted as television series. As the title of its is, Friday the 13th The Series consists chiefly of low-key lighting, some music and lots of gore. The stories are mechanical, the suspense artificial, the dialogue stilted, the acting heavy-handed, the direction routine. One week the cursed antique was an old camera with a feature Kodak better not consider: if you take a picture of someone with this camera and develop the negative, a complete duplicate of that person appears (such as a ghostly double called a doppelganger) and lives until the negative is destroyed. If, however, the negative is not destroyed within five hours, the original person disappears and the duplicate takes his place. A television archivist with slipping range uses the camera to duplicate himself, then sends his doppelganger out to stab victims with a machete (machete give good blood). The archivist then has terrific local stories to report exclusively on his broadcasts, which is not too surprising considering what some telecasters do during ratings-season weeks. Ryan finally catches up with the archivist and gets the negative. After a lot of double-dealing, Ryan slides the doppelganger but loses the negative to him. The doppelganger loses some green blood, but the five hours are up and the blow-dried and shocked archivist disappears. The duplicate starts bleeding nice red blood and he happily shouts, "I'm alive!" just before he expires from the stab wound. Vicki is played by Robey, a rock star and model who once, in a burst of pro-science, organized a band called Louise and the Crooks. Cousin Ryan is John D. LeMay. A press release reveals that on the day of LeMay's audition for the role, "My horoscope said that anything I wanted would be mine. Is it any wonder I'm here in Toronto, in a show called Friday the 13th?" Another episode was a nightmare about a nasty gangster, an aging and somewhat nifty ex-cop/mentor, Vicki's old boyfriend, some counterfeit money and, as the missing antique, an old sheriff's badge. The badge has the ability to inflict excruciating—and finally fatal—pain when touched to someone's chest. The ex-cop gets the badge and is intent on touching the gangster with it. Vicki's old boyfriend turns up. Seems he's in town to sell counterfeit money to the gangster. It all winds up with the ex-cop killing several people with the badge and the gangster and his cronies murdering several people with guns, including the boyfriend (an FBI agent, it turns out) and the ex-cop—who manages with his last breath to touch the badge to the gangster. Ryan and Vicki recover the badge and still another cursed antique is taken out of circulation. Horror's the word, all right guys

At the beginning of each episode we are warned: "Lewis Vendredi made a deal with the devil to sell cursed antiques, but he broke the pact and it cost him his soul. Now his niece Micki and her cousin Ryan have inherited the store and with it the curse. Now they must get everything back and the real terror begins." A much more real terror is the prospect of more mindless horror movies being adapted as television series. As the first of its ilk, Friday the 13th: The Series consists chiefly of low-key lighting, eerie music and lots of gore. The stories are mechanical, the suspense artificial, the dialogue stilted, the acting heavy-handed, the direction routine. One week the cursed antique was an old camera with a feature Kodak better not consider: if you take a picture of someone with this camera and develop the negative, a complete duplicate of that person appears (such a ghostly double is called a doppelgänger) and lives until the negative is destroyed. If, however, the negative is not destroyed within five hours, the original person disappears and the duplicate takes his place. A television anchorman with slipping ratings uses the camera to duplicate himself, then sends his doppelgänger out to slash victims with a machete (machetes give good blood). The anchorman then has terrific local stories to report exclusively on his broadcasts, which is not too far-fetched considering what some stations do during ratings-sweeps weeks. Ryan finally catches up with the anchorman and gets the negative. After a lot of double-dealing, Ryan stabs the doppelgänger but loses the negative to him. The doppelgänger loses some green blood, but the five hours are up and the blow-dried and shocked anchorman disappears. The duplicate starts bleeding nice red blood and he happily shouts, "I'm alive!" just before he expires from the stab wound. Micki is played by Robey, a rock star and model who once, in a burst of prescience, organized a band called Louise and the Creeps. Cousin Ryan is John D. LeMay. A press release reveals that on the day of LeMay's audition for the role, "my horoscope said that anything I wanted would be mine. Is it any wonder I'm here in Toronto, in a show called Friday the 13th?" Another episode was a mishmash about a nasty gangster, an aging and somewhat nutty ex-policeman, Micki's old boyfriend, some counterfeit money and, as the missing antique, an old sheriff's badge. The badge has the ability to inflict excruciating—and finally fatal—pain when touched to someone's chest. The ex-cop gets the badge and is intent on touching the gangster with it. Micki's old boyfriend turns up. Seems he's in town to sell counterfeit money to the gangster. It all winds up with the ex-cop killing several people with the badge and the gangster and his cronies murdering several people with guns, including the boyfriend (an FBI agent, it turns out) and the ex-cop—who manages with his last twitch to touch the badge to the gangster. Ryan and Micki recover the badge and still another cursed antique is taken out of circulation. Horror's the word, all right.