As the 80s came to an end, Jason Vorhees continued to wreak bloody mayhem; this time the director wastes no time with preamble, and the laughable ruse of a boat (inhabited by two amourous teens of course) weighing anchor, and the anchor rupturing a power cable that resuscitates the dormant horror that is Jason, is used to bring him back once more.
For some reason, Jason's first victim always has a hockey mask handily lying around, and of course the monster soon claims it in order for that iconic look to be reinstated. After despatching the shagging couple; Jason stows away on a ship that is taking more big-haired teens to the Big Apple for a graduation reward; cue further nubile teenage girls getting their kits off; more obnoxious nerds; a teacher who soon loses control of his students; and a girl who is afraid of the water and keeps having visions of a young Jason drowning in Crystal Lake and begging her for help. Naturally, the majority of the above are quickly dispatched; using various imaginative weapons from an electric guitar to a harpoon gun. Why Jason continues to hide between kills is a mystery to me; it's not like there's anyone to come to the kids' rescue!
Along with a creepy deckhand whose constant claims that "You're all gonna die!" hark back to the third instalment in the franchise; this is pretty risible stuff; once the surviving five make it to New York City on a lifeboat, Jason also appears, tracks them down and slaughters them. A spark of life comes when a gang of street punks attempt to confront Jason and he lifts up his mask, causing them to apologize and flee from the nightmarish sight; this is one of two moments of black humour in the film, that save it from being a total waste of 90 minutes.