Instead of the usual fresh-faced counselors, Friday the 13th, Pt. 3 offers its killer a wide range of colorful prospective victims: a fat loser, an acrobat, a pair of kooky high-ons, and a mixed-race, mixed-sex biker gang dressed up in Thriller-era threads. Romantic leads Dana Kimmell and Paul Kratka, however, are blander and stiffer than stale white bread, and the inevitable descent into bloodshed seems more than a little mechanical. The continuing swipes from Psycho -- this time from the (yawn) shower scene -- are a bit much, but they're less exasperating than the scenes that seem lifted straight from the series' own earlier installments. By the time the lone survivor takes to a canoe at the film's climax, not even Jason's imaginative array of farm-implement killing techniques can take away the feeling that we've seen and heard it all before. Even Harry Manfredini's score is full of the same sinisterly whispered consonants he employed in the first two films (and would employ in six more). Although it was shot in 3D, the film's technical limitations become painfully obvious on the small screen. The one saving grace is the script's humor; it doesn't take itself too seriously, so neither does the audience.