The Final Terror plays like if Friday the 13th had a baby with Deliverance and that baby spent too much time with William Freidkin, stressing out over the meaningless of life and developed a deep existential dread. And I mean this in the highest form of complement. The Final Terror is an under-seen, under-appreciated little gem of a slasher movie that probably didn’t get the love that it deserved at the time because it doesn’t boast too high of a body count and the actual on-screen gore is limited. To help it appeal to a larger, blood-thirstier audience that had grown accustomed to psychopaths with knives, a new intro was shot specifically so that two more people could die. It doesn’t add anything to the overall movie, nor does it really detract. It’s simply unnecessary.