Not to get too wistful and sappy, but looking through these pics was like looking through a family scrapbook. Every picture was a rocket-powered bobsled back to the 80's, and all the good times and scares and sleepless nights the Friday franchise provided me.
And to hopefully put a bit of closure on the subject (for myself, anyways)... Yeah, Paramount treats the Friday films like crap. Yeah, the specs on the box set are a bit disappointing. But is that really what it's about? A book like this will be a special treat for us nostalgiac (yet forward-thinking) horror fans, a reminder of a simpler time when we weren't jaded by box office receipts, studio execs, and the quasi-ironic holier-than-thou posturing that has been adopted by fanboys like some ridiculous method of survival. This book will remind us all why we got into horror.
Kudos to everyone involved in the making of Crystal Lake Memories!