A brutally un-engaging sequel that starts of with a touch of style and potential for some fun nonsense (our leads are a blind psychic, and a brain-transplanted psychopath!), but, sadly, very quickly devolves into a dull slasher with all the kills taking place off screen, and the brilliant Bill Mosely relegated to a non-speaking role. Still, I could have liked it a lot less.

A 'better' film than part 2 - but somehow not quite as much fun. Bill Mosely lumbers round with a bubble on his head, Robert Culp chews the scenery and Monte Hellman wonders how he went from Two Lane Blacktop to this.

The slasher genre isn't best known for its galleries of intelligent knife fodder, but the victims in Silent Night Deadly Night 3 deserve some kind of prize for their stupidity. The film takes place in a world where car drivers gladly pick up hitchhiking, scalpel wielding psychos dressed as patients when they immediately should've driven to the nearest pay phone and alerted the authorities, where retired old ladies invite the same kind of people into their homes justifying doing so by reasoning "my daughter is also handicapped", where the police, while actively engaging in a hunt down, philosophize that deranged murderers shouldn't take the blame alone; every citizen has a responsibility to help the mentally troubled, and where youth when face to face with a killer react so slowly it seems as though they're indifferent to if they live or die.

Monte Hellman?! Seriously?! I can't remember if I actually made it all the way through on this one. It was late and, well, the film's rubbish. As if the previous films first 40 minutes wasn't a sign of the franchise's immediate decline this one brings the notion of psychic powers into the mix, always the death knell in a slasher series

I wish I was blind so that I can stop watching this drivel. God have mercy on my soul, I'm dying of boredom.

A 'better' film than part 2 - but somehow not quite as much fun. Bill Mosely lumbers round with a bubble on his head, Robert Culp chews the scenery and Monte Hellman wonders how he went from Two Lane Blacktop to this.

December Project

This movie is very dull. The cinematography is complete crap. The acting is terrible. This guy's girl friend is supposedly a jerk, but they way she acts she isn't to bad. Ricky last time was a lot of fun, with his over the top acting and what not. This time he is boring, I think it's Bill Mosley, which means this is the worst role I've seen him in. Also I've seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, he plays Chop Top, so I know he can do campy over the top acting, this time he is just dull. The script is terribly paced. Half the time you don't even see the kills, guess they didn't have the budget. For most of the film I was bored. I did recognize the cop as Debra Barone's Dad on one of my favorite sitcoms, Everybody Loves Raymond. Absolutely not worth a watch.

A brutally un-engaging sequel that starts of with a touch of style and potential for some fun nonsense (our leads are a blind psychic, and a brain-transplanted psychopath!), but, sadly, very quickly devolves into a dull slasher with all the kills taking place off screen, and the brilliant Bill Mosely relegated to a non-speaking role. Still, I could have liked it a lot less.

Transplanting the dead killer's brain into a new body and introducing a psychic are two things that would be cause for jumping the shark on their own. This movie gives you both. There aren't enough quality kills to make the ridiculous plot worth sitting through.

Bill Mosely's brain is visible through glass on his head. Cool.