In a series about an (arguably) undead mountain man wearing a piece of sports equipment who murders horny co-eds with gardening tools, there's really no boundaries on how silly you can get. Jason Goes to Hell is the only film in the series I actually hate, mainly because Jason only has about 2 minutes of screen time (in his own body) for the whole thing. It's the reason I also enjoy the remake; as long as we've got Jason Voorhees doing his thing and the film never takes itself too seriously, then I'm a happy camper. I openly admit that every single one of the Friday the 13th movies are dumb, goofy, and virtually plotless. And I love them. Not in an "Iroooooooniic [/pretentious voice]" way.
Now, at the bottom of it all, I tend to gravitate towards Freddy Krueger and his films, due to them having unlimited creative potential when it comes to kills, and having an antagonist who is simultaneously malicious and evil yet endearingly campy, but Jason is still way up there.
Now, at the bottom of it all, I tend to gravitate towards Freddy Krueger and his films, due to them having unlimited creative potential when it comes to kills, and having an antagonist who is simultaneously malicious and evil yet endearingly campy, but Jason is still way up there.