I have to say that I really enjoyed the first two installments for this franchise. They were original and well done. Then we get to the third entry. I am sure this was a made for DVD release film that the producers decided to get a few more dollars out of and released it for one day only at the theaters. Smart ploy. Who would want to see it the after the reviews from that first day were released.
This film was horribly acted. Brandon Smith plays the incompetent Sheriff Tubbs. He is so over the top. Horribly over the top that his performance almost comes across as comedic. Meg Foster, who is a reasonable actress, but not an Academy Award performer, is sadly almost as bad. The rest of the cast is much the same.
Gina Phillips is in the last five minutes of the film, even though she is billed as a top star. The plot is so convoluted that it is confusing. The cinematography is poorly done. The direction is poorly done. The acting is poorly done. The script is poorly done. Getting the picture? And the twist in the second to the last scene was nothing more than a contrivance.
And finally, Victor Salva had two of his trademarks in this film as well: slow pandering over the backsides of the hunky young stars and making sure those same guys had to take their shirts off. We all know about Salva's, but squeezing these events into every film regardless of necessity has become a bit much.
This film was horribly acted. Brandon Smith plays the incompetent Sheriff Tubbs. He is so over the top. Horribly over the top that his performance almost comes across as comedic. Meg Foster, who is a reasonable actress, but not an Academy Award performer, is sadly almost as bad. The rest of the cast is much the same.
Gina Phillips is in the last five minutes of the film, even though she is billed as a top star. The plot is so convoluted that it is confusing. The cinematography is poorly done. The direction is poorly done. The acting is poorly done. The script is poorly done. Getting the picture? And the twist in the second to the last scene was nothing more than a contrivance.
And finally, Victor Salva had two of his trademarks in this film as well: slow pandering over the backsides of the hunky young stars and making sure those same guys had to take their shirts off. We all know about Salva's, but squeezing these events into every film regardless of necessity has become a bit much.