In 1984, at the age of 12, I was denied entry by a New Jersey theater to see Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter. I was there with a friend, a young Scottish juvenile deliquent named Alan, who was undeterred. At his urging we paid to see Terms of Undearment, then slipped into Friday the 13th. His father would later forget to pick us up, leaving two children on the streets of Trenton for several hours in the middle of the night. Since then, I've had an attachment to all things Jason Voorhees.
So here what resulted from that terrifying night at the movies: an infographic poster about the Friday the 13th movie series. I tried to have fun with it, knowing that folks would be lining up on the internet to poke holes in my statistics.
Also, Alan's dad can go fuck himself.
11" x 17" glossy text-weight paper.