13 Fanboy is so remarkably bad that it makes Halloween Kills seem like a work of art by comparison. This movie feels like Wes Craven’s New Nightmare without any of the budget, talent, visual effects, creativity, or intelligence. Some of these issues stem from the fact that this horror film, co-written and directed by Deborah Voorhees (whose last name helped her secure an audition and a role in Friday the 13th: A New Beginning), is essentially a glorified fan film with no official connection to the Friday the 13th franchise — though it’s true that Friday the 13th: The Series didn't have one either, and yet that television show proved to be an entertaining product that managed to move beyond simply exploiting the intellectual property it was loosely tied to. “An obsessed fan stalks his favorite actors from the Friday the 13th films and beyond ... The cast includes a myriad of real life actors and actresses from the Friday the 13th films as well as iconic scream queens” (IMDb). The initial problem is that, unlike Nightmare on Elm Street, Hellraiser, or Halloween, Friday the 13th doesn’t have an easily recognizable scream queen, so Voorhees had to borrow them from other movies. Dee Wallace, for example, appeared in The Hills Have Eyes, The Howling, Cujo, and Critters during the seventies and eighties, and later in Rob Zombie's Halloween in the 2000s. As for this "myriad" of "favorite actors," it seems that the killer is the only person on Earth who can recognize them and tell them apart from each other. Lar Park Lincoln? Judie Aronson? Tracie Savage? Jennifer Banko? These are such obscure names that Voorhees apparently doesn’t trust the audience to know them, so she constantly puts their names, their characters' names, and the movies they were in all over the screen. I can understand why C.J. Graham would be unrecognizable due to his character, but even Kane Hodder, who is arguably the 'poster child' of this franchise regardless of whether he’s wearing a mask or not, gets treated like “name, rank, and serial number.” The question then becomes: if Voorhees didn’t make this movie for viewers who would instantly recognize Kane Hodder, who exactly was she making it for? All of this breaking of the fourth wall is both an intentional choice and a necessity brought on by people's understandable lack of familiarity with these performers. So here’s another question: why even bother with this meta approach? Why not just make a straightforward film-a-clef? Instead of using real, unknown actors (and the awkward exposition they require), you could have fictional characters stand in for some of the actors who actually became well-known after Friday the 13th; that is, characters as unfamiliar to viewers as Mr. Graham and Mrs. Banko, while still fitting within a familiar context. Since I've mentioned Graham twice, I should note that he’s responsible for this movie’s one memorable moment: face to face (or, rather, face to mask) with the villain, who confesses he’s "been waiting my whole life to fight you, Jason" (even though only a few scenes earlier he had already fought Hodder), Graham blurts out: "What do you say, boy? You want a shot at the title?," his line punctuated by a conveniently timed flash of lightning. This is precisely the spirit in which this film should have been made; with enough humor to poke fun at itself. Unfortunately, Voorhees takes her material too seriously — almost as if she genuinely believes she's related to Jason.

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