part 2 left off, the film starts with a bang and has Victor Crowley still trying to kill Danielle Harris' Marybeth (even with a shotgun-destroyed head).
Over-the-top gore and playing with slasher tropes, that's the fun of these things. I love how Parry Shen survives (maybe?) for once -- he's played a different character in all three movies -- by studiously not breaking any of the slasher rules. Reaching for a weapon during a lull in Crowley's attack? No way. Constantly hiding like a wimp, not trying to run or fight? Yes, absolutely. I like that they've finally come up with a slasher-silly way of killing Crowley for good. The best idea anyone has is to give him his father's ashes. This will put his spirit to rest, or some such. As a horror geek, I was tickled to see a Jason vs Jason fight, with classic Jason Kane Hodder offing remake Jason Derek Mears. Nice also to see horror vets Zach Galligan, Caroline Williams, and Sean Whalen, too. Stunt casting is fun in movies like this. I appreciate the fact that they actually shot in the swamps of Louisiana this time. The movie looks far better this time out compared to the crap sound stage swamps in the previous two entries.
I haven't laughed quite so much during a recent horror movie as I did during Sid Haig's surprise guest appearance. He plays Crowley's crazy redneck cousin who own's Crowley's dad's ashes. He's also incredibly racist, but in that goofy way old people who still use the word "colored" tend to be. When Deputy Winslow -- who's black -- stops by to grab the ashes, hilarity ensues.
Watched: blu-ray from Dark Sky.
Videodrome (1983) directed by David Cronenberg
A year ago, there were rumors of a Videodrome remake being planned, to be directed by Adam Berg. His short Carousel is pretty cool. There was the predictable gnashing of teeth over the news, but I think, for once, this remake make sense. Videodrome should be something that is continually refreshed as technology changes. Obviously, the Internet will replace TV in a new version. A smart director could explore just how the New Flesh is different in the Internet age. Brian O'Blivion's taped monologues would be replaced by YouTube videos, complete with the chaos and idiocy of the comments that go with them. The Videodrome signal could leak out of the smartphones many carry with them everywhere they go. Zynga apps on Facebook would cause tumors. The possibilities are vast. Not that I have much faith in Universal funding anything as remotely subversive as the original, but there's always a chance something good will sneak out of the studio system.
Watched: blu-ray from Criterion.