Chasin'Jason
The film is as simple and brutal and bloody and beautiful as an old campfire tale: in 1964 a couple of camp counselors are killed at a summer camp, Camp Crystal Lake. Flash forward to 1980, and some hitchhiking hippie chick fresh out of 1978 catches a ride with a local guy at a diner, after being warned by an Ancient Mariner (i.e. a crazy old coot) about staying away from Camp Crystal Lake, that it has an honest-to-badness curse on it, and people...die. Later, she hitches a ride up there, going to her new position as a camp counselor cum slasher movie cannon fodder with an unseen driver in a jeep. The driver stalks and slashes, but the POV is the audience, which makes THEM, or rather, US, the killer, drawing us into the ritual of blood.