A man gets chased by a psychopath. Suddenly the man gets the upper hand on the ne’er-do-well. Knocks him out cold. Lays him out on his ass. Assumes he’s dead but we all know what happens to you and me when you assume don’t we?
A cynic might just say it’s for dramatic effect. Lull the audience into a false sense of security. Make them think that the worst is behind them then whammo, the killer works up his second win. Like life, the bad guy strikes when you least expect it.
Personally, if that Michael Myers fell you’re all so keen on come Halloween came near me, I’d whip out Betsy and put one between his eyes, followed by five in his heart with perfect grouping.
But therein lies the rub. Most of these characters in slasher films are just kids. Young people. Camp counselors and students and the like. They haven’t experienced much in the way of adversity, have never fought anyone and when it comes right down to it, don’t have the demeanor of a 1950’s hardboiled private eye.
Bottomline: good people don’t know how to kill people, at least not in a way that keeps ’em dead.
So while double tapping Jason might be the wisest decision, it’s also a sign you’ve lost your humanity.
That’s this private dick’s two cents anyway. Take it or leave it but either way you owe me five bucks, nerd.
Oh, and a notebook full of my recollections of Operation Fuhrerpunschen is on its way to our mutual blonde acquaintance. Hope it helps though if you get blown up I won’t lose any sleep either.