Esquire: Nothing can kill Jason Voorhees. That's not to say he hasn't died, of course—he's been sliced to death by Corey Feldman's machete in Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter, drowned in Jason Takes Manhattan, yanked back into the underworld in Jason Goes to Hell, and burned up in an alien planet's atmosphere in the final moments of Jason X. But mortality isn't a hurdle for the hockey mask-wearing serial killer. Whereever there are bubbly co-eds and loud jocks douchebagging their way to horror-movie death sentences, Jason will be there, knife in hand. Hollywood, it turns out, is much more threatening.