Jason Voorhees, the living, breathing essence of evil, is back for one fierce, final fling. Tracked down and blown to bits by a special FBI task force, everyone now assumes that he’s finally dead. But everybody assumes wrong. Jason has been reborn with the bone-chilling ability to assume the identity of anyone he touches. The terrifying truth is he could be anywhere. Or anybody. In this shocking, blood-soaked finale of Jason’s carnage-ridden reign of terror, the horrible secret of his unstoppable killing instinct is finally revealed.
Not a bad sequel, and it’s actually a big improvement over some of the previous sequels. Though it’s not the best in the series, and Jason is only in it for about 5 minutes. I give it 5 out of 10.