JP Fournier’s review published on Letterboxd:
Finally the long standing question has finally been answered. What if Jason Vorhees was just a well-read, misunderstood poetry quoting polite English man... with the mannerism of Colin Firth?
The film begins with our hockey masked killer mutilating a bunch of sex crazed party goers, but stopping when he runs into a beautiful blind lady who assumed he’s her "blind-date". She welcomes him in to her life and starts showing him that there may be more to life than just murder. And as he continues on his murder spree, he soon starts getting bored with his violent life of graphic violence.
The parody is often clever, giving homage to the slasher films of the 80s with over the top gruesome murders, slow walking monster chasing running victims, and over the top gooey blood soaked sound effects. Unlike most desperate parody comedies of recent years, all actors deliver their dialogue straight faced without any winks to the camera, allowing the comedy to not over power the mythology of Jason allowing the lunacy of the Friday the 13th franchise to play as a joke in and of itself.
I did not expect to like this.