Probably the oddest entry in the neverending Jason Voorhees franchise, imagine David Lynch's less successful cousin directing, with a cast off script from Murder She Wrote, and a generous sprinkling of Porkies-esque nudity and titillation - you get something like this. You can see the 'twist' coming a mile off, and after that you just watch the campers get offed one by one. Nothing new there. I liked the scene of the punkette doing the robot dance to Pseudo Echo. Very cool.