It's kind of a weird story how I started to enjoy the glory that is Friday the 13th. When I was younger, I watched it on TV, and I wasn't really afraid. Then I got older, and I think understood what was going on better, so I was a little freaked out. Every time I was in the video store with Mom or Dad, we would pass the horror section, and I could just feel my arms ready to grab a Jason movie from the shelf. However, I think it was this morbid curiosity thing.
Friday night, they had a horror flick theme at the campus cinema for Halloween, and Friday the 13th was playing, and so I had to go see it. And now, I want to watch them all. In a long, bloody marathon of death.
(I'm not gonna lie, at the end of Part 1, when Mrs. Voorhees is taken out, I laughed my ass off. I mean, the movies are great, but they are really campy in parts. And by parts, I mean all of it, and that's why I love it.)