12 Horror Sequels You Should Die Before You See

It’s too bad that Sean Cunningham never gave his friend Wes Craven a Friday The 13th sequel to direct, because if ever a franchise needed a shot of Scream-style self-awareness, it’s this one. Jason Goes To Hell is the first sequel distributed by New Line and it tries to add some of that self-referential humour, but mostly settles for being stupid-funny instead.

Because Crystal Lake’s economy is dependent upon teenagers who go there to smoke dope and engage in heavy petting, baiting a trap for Jason Voorhees makes economic sense, so when a female decoy leads Jason into an ambush, the feds end his career with a grenade launcher. Or so they think: for reasons unknown, the coroner decides to eat Jason’s heart, which of course allows the killer to possess his body.

Now able to randomly move between bodies, Jason heads for the city, where he has business with a hitherto unmentioned niece. According to one Creighton Duke (Steven Williams), only a Voorhees can kill a Voorhees, so with her out of the way, he’ll be invincible. Because, you know, he wasn’t already.