Aimed specifically at teens who weren't around to savor the other 11 versions, the TV series, the comics, etc., etc.

Just when we thought director Marcus Nispel gave up after his redo of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," he's baaaack, along with Jason, the ever resurrected avenger in the hockey goalie mask. Though he follows the general pattern for the Jason flicks, with its roller coaster of bloody killing and boring expositions, he has upped the ante; his characters are still immoral, irresponsible teen-types that one can easily dislike for their flamboyant excesses, their nastiness toward one another, their grossly unpleasant behavior and their addiction to forbidden fruit, so that as each is done in - with machete, arrow, immolation or whatever - we can almost cheer Jason - the mother-smothered kid who originally drowned in Crystal Lake while his camp counselors engaged in sex, and then, time after time, unexplainably, he or his mother returns for vengeance.

This sequel quickly explains off the Jason backstory, then moves headlong into the bloody killings for a full 95-minutes. One by one, anyone venturing into family territory around the lake is quickly & easily dismissed. But have no fear; by contrast to all the others, a decent brother and sister among the group, in keeping with most of the earlier flicks, must of necessity survive to eliminate the guy - this time head first into a wood pulp shredder. (Oops, am I giving something away?)

When the cast runs short of ad-libbed expletives and juvenile preoccupation with sex, writers Damian Shannon & Mark Swift not only upped the earlier same-old, but created more scintillating dialog, such as the uncalled for comment by one girl, "Promise you'll never drink my piss..." or a fellow's smug, "Hey, man, I give terrific blow jobs," with the easy response, "I'll try you out later." The sexual innuendoes get increasingly raunchy as blood drenches the characters in pay-back.

The producers (including, of all people, Michael Bay) will argue that this is meant to be funny - as was the intent in early episodes. Well, humor comes in many shapes and on many levels. This sinks to rock bottom.

Big question: once the money rolls in, will we be subjected to more of the same? If so, the only way to enjoy such garbage lacking any decent shred of entertainment value, is to see it in a group, fortified with food & drink. A strong illegal substance might also help. As for me, I left my earphones on & tried to concentrate on the Saturday opera instead. It helped lessen the pain.