It never ceases to be so shockingly sorrowful. Of all the reasons this became a cult classic, the most significant is the sincerity of its allegory.
It's without a wink, a joke, or a needle drop. It is... very close to what I imagine a grindhouse teen drama would be. The last twenty minutes cemented that description in my mind.
Yep, still a little masterpiece of movie. The new Cradle of Filth made the weather ripe for a rewatch.
This film encapsulates the sad problems of city people into an incoherent bottle of clean and fabricated feels. It fails to strike any resonance, partly due to its dreadful gender politics and partly due to its meagre story.
Essentially, we are left watching this shell of a girl drift aimlessly about from man to man as the film becomes a play on how she exists concerning them. She isn't the protagonist in her own story, which is not a good mark when you're claiming to be able to expertly mine and understand the female psyche.
BRUTAL.
New heights of twisted carnage with this one. It's the best of both worlds from each predecessor, although it doesn't feel quite as well put together as 2. Art is more animated than ever and the gore is certainly enough to have warrented a ban hammer ten years ago. It has a new big moment that will be talked about, but things get real creative and real gross throughout, so that each kill practically has the same force as the bedroom scene from 2.
Like damn, no wonder no one else is trying to compete. Terrifier 3 is hardcore splatter and it's an absolute riot.
