Indeed, the Dutch gravitate toward mass murder just as the Japanese gravitate toward senseless suicide, however, the film’s most profound conundrum, yet unriddled even as of this viewing, is the following: was Jason Voorhees from Rotterdam, or Amsterdam? He couldn’t very well have been from Madurodam… perhaps he was from The Haigue. Or, more intriguing yet, perhaps he was South African Dutch, hailing from Port Elizabeth where the weather is fine. Then again, perhaps he was Pennsylvania Dutch. Yes, perhaps he was Amish . Then again, perhaps he was simply Dutch in the colloquial sense: your old Dutch Uncle, who is neither an uncle nor Dutch, just as blood brothers are not really brothers and country cousins do not actually migrate from the country to urban centers where they regale their sophisticated bachelor relations with their crude and rustic ways, but are instead simply what brothers and sisters – who live in the country – call one another, the idea being that if they are in fact cousins, then they are far enough removed to be “kissin’ cousins” and, well, you can imagine the rest yourself.