Jason knows that if he can make it there, he can make it anywhere, but screenwriter Rob Hedden thinks you need a REASON for Jason to go to New York, so they spend the first hour on a cruise ship motoring up from Crystal Lake while Jason runs around sticking butcher knives in cheerleaders and transforming himself into a nekkid drowning child that can pop in and out of the lead bimbo's dream. A raggedy man runs around the ship screaming "We're DOOMED," "You people are dead," "Jason is back!"--and Jason kills some more people. Then there's some talking. Then Jason kills a whole bunch of people. Then the ship sinks and the only people left get on a lifeboat and row to New York. And then Jason gets bored and kills some muggers and rides the subway. And then the movie gets really violent. Twenty dead bodies (including the three times Jason dies). One breast. One motor vehicle chase, with crash and burn. Heads roll. One giant rat. Two muggings. Three harpoonings. One throat slitting. One spike impalement. One ax in back. One barbecued teenager. Electric guitar brain- smashing. Steaming sauna rock through the chest. Jagged-glass face-smashing. Disco dance-floor strangulation. Metal-pipe head- bashing. Houseboat aardvarking. Excellent "Nightmare on Elm Street" bloody-faucet ripoff effect. Gratuitous off-key version of "New York, New York." Gratuitous reference to Stephen King. Heroin Fu. Chemical waste Fu. With Sharlene Martin as the prom queen who labels her body parts as her biology project ("Julius is the only senior I would even consider doing it with"), Peter Mark Richman as the dimwit authority figure ("Walking corpses are not real").