That's about as close as you can get to recounting the numerous sequels that followed the success of the first Friday the 13th movie. The funny thing is that the cult maniac Jason Voorhees will put on a mask and take on the youth only in the sequels; in the original film, Mrs. Voorhees, who does not want the camp Crystal Lake, where her son died many years ago due to the fault of horny counselors, to be reopened, is the one who deals with the characters.
The movie, by modern standards, is no longer quite scary. Halfway through the movie, the crazy mother chases after the only surviving main character, on whom, wherever she runs, the mutilated corpses of her friends pile up everywhere. And, frankly, it gets boring quickly. I remember the film for the disgusting, abominable, watchable murder of Kevin Bacon.