Can We All Acknowledge That a Friday the 13th Prequel Series Is a Terrible Idea?

There are some horror properties that invite reinvention, closer examination, or the development of added context and pretext. NBC’s Hannibal, for instance, had a natural hook by promising to show us segments of the life of Hannibal Lecter when he was actually operating as a baroque, artful serial killer hidden among high society. Given that these portions of Hannibal’s life are frequently alluded to in hushed tones in films such as The Silence of the Lambs, there’s built-in audience interest in seeing them explored. The same is true of a series like A&E’s Bates Motel—because Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho establishes an unspoken mystery at the root of the fraught relationship between Norman Bates and his mother, the audience is prepared for long, drawn-out psychological backstory in exploring how he came to be operating this hotel and speaking to a mummified corpse.
But this style of introspective, seasons-long prequelizing can’t simply be applied to any iconic horror franchise. Put simply, not everything is suited to be turned into four seasons of TV! And of all the classic slasher franchises that one might cynically try to turn into serialized entertainment, is there a more awkward fit for an extended prequel than Friday the 13th? The very format runs contrary to practically everything that fans love about and expect from the franchise, promising to fight writer and executive producer Bryan Fuller every step of the way as he tries to ram a Jason-shaped peg into a square hole.
Yes, Fuller was the man behind the aforementioned Hannibal, and his imagination has likewise brought fans beloved shows old and new such as Dead Like Me, Pushing Daisies, American Gods and Star Trek: Discovery. But his upcoming Friday the 13th prequel for Peacock, Crystal Lake, strains against both credibility and common sense as Fuller promises to dive into the “life and times” of Pamela and Jason Voorhees. Unlike the Bates family, there’s no implied mythology to explore here—we know precisely how Jason Voorhees came to be, and what he came to be. Nor are there other prominent, existing protagonists that such a series can revolve around, as each Friday the 13th entry typically disposes of its previous characters, leaving Jason as the only constant. And the last thing a character like Jason needs is to be subjected to a labored attempt to add complexity to a property that has been defined by its simplicity for more than four decades.
But at least the series will no doubt be full of pristine outdoors beauty, right?
From its beginning in 1980, Friday the 13th has hardly been what one would dub a cerebral film series. Its holiday title, almost entirely unrelated to the action or plot, was a clear attempt to sponge off the lingering notoriety of John Carpenter’s Halloween in 1978, and the series follows a similarly exploitative mindset. Seven sequels in the 1980s alone set a precedent for cynical Hollywood moneymaking, but the reality is that the films simply continued to deliver what niche horror audiences of the time wanted from the genre: Sex, misanthropic humor and increasingly cartoonish violence. More than any of the other major slasher franchises, the Friday the 13th sequels preserve the core of the series unchanged, no doubt because there’s so little nuance to that core to begin with. The films are incredibly simple by default: People return to the lake yet again for one reason or another, and Jason kills them. That was literally all Friday the 13th needed for its first seven entries, before the poorly regarded eighth installment sent Jason on the slow boat to New York City.