After being freed from his watery grave, Jason finds his way onto a cruise ship that is being occupied by a group of high school students who are celebrating their graduation. He systematically slashes his way through most of them, leaving a small group of survivors who hop aboard a raft and paddle their way to safety, eventually winding up on the shores of New York City.

Jason also manages to find his way to shore and proceeds to track them down. Along the way, he engages in a series of drab killing scenerios involving cliche' inner-city street thugs and rude city residents who don't seem to give a damn that a psycho like him is walking the street.

The movie comes to an unintentionally comical conclusion in an underground sewer where the menacing Jason is wiped away and transformed into the sweet, innocent boy that he once was. All in all, not much makes sense here.

Written and directed by Rob Hedden (who also worked on the now long forgotten Friday The 13th television series), the film bombed theatrically, barely breaking even on its inflated budget. Though the idea of taking Jason out of his natural elements and placing him in the city looked good on paper (I remember quite a buzz surrounding this film before it's release), the movie was ultimately ill-received by many horror fans. Soon after it's release in July of 1989, Paramount Pictures relinquished the rights to the franchise. New Line Cinema would acquire them two years later.