Though one would think that overkill would be commonplace among slasher films, in my experience; this is simply not the case.
Slasher movie kills tend to be gory and over the top, but rarely enacted in the prolonged manner that would suggest overkill.
That being said, while I have a decent background with slasher and horror flicks, I am no expert; so I would like to take this opportunity to apologize if my choice of overkill is not best example the genre has to offer.
All formalities and introductions aside, let’s get to overkill #8: Jason Voorhees killing the ever-living fuck out of a young man named Trey.
Now, what we have here, is the classic: “dude chilling in bed with a beer while his woman’s in the shower, only for Jason to show up and wreck his shit like no other.”
Okay, maybe it’s not a “classic” per se, but seriously man; Jason goes to town on this guy like he stole from him or some shit.
Let’s run a play-by-play:
Trey’s layin’ in bed, watchin’ the game; havin’ a Bud’, nothin’ special,
then outta’ fuckin’ nowhere, an exceptionally zombie-like and rotted to shit Jason FUCKIN’ Voorhees appears right in middle of his bedroom, lit by a conveniently timed thunderclap!
Gaping in horror at the modern spectre of walking -fucking-death looming over him, trademark machete at the ready; Trey does what any self-respecting man in his position would do:
First he screams like a little bitch,
and then rolls over onto his stomach.
Hang on, what?
Now, I don’t know what sort of kinky shit Trey and his girlfriend were into, but where I come from; turning your back to a machete, or any danger for that matter; is never a good idea.
It only serves to give those who may be wielding said machetes ideas as to where they could “insert” such instruments.
Thankfully Mr. Voorhees is not as creative as the Azn Badger, otherwise this overkill would probably have to be ranked #1.
No, instead, Jason decides to the go the more traditional route, and simply ram his machete up and down, repeatedly; into poor Trey’s back and spine like he’s playin’ “Jerk-Off the Elephant” on the mother fuckin’ Wii.
By my count, Mr. Voorhees rams that sucker into that that, uh, fucker, no less than 12 times.
To say that Jason gets a little carried away with the machete ass-rape is, of course, not doing this particular episode justice.
Cut to Trey’s girlfriend in the shower looking off in the distance, quizzically.
Somehow I doubt this particular lady even knows what the word “quizzical” means.
Anyway, after being impaled about a dozen times or so, Trey’s very likely recently expired form lies on the bed doing that which he undoubtedly valued most in life:
Holding a cold beer.
Seriously, for whatever reason; we’re given a random shot of Trey clutching a beer like it’s the fuckin’ Holy Grail or some shit.
Trey twitches for a bit, and it would seem the deed has been done.
With that, Mr. Voorhees plants his machete into the floor, and prepares to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece of overkill-ery…
Seriously man, HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!
Who the fuck knows why Jason had to do that to poor Trent, but count me among the people that are glad he did!
Honestly folks, that is the definition of overkill.
Doing the deed, but going the extra mile to make it something special.
Kind of like an extended session of two-player Elephant Jerk-Off on the Wii…