Don't touch the dead. The desire to see the third part of this undoubtedly outstanding horror series was so great that I broke my promise to see this film exactly one year after the second part, having cut two or three months. And you know what? I wish I had waited exactly a year. There would be no difference.
The triquel, which tells about the resurrection of an old and not very kind officer Matt Cordell by some voodoo priest, turned out surprisingly amorphous and lethargic, and a couple of cheerful action scenes look not very appropriate compensation for the general despondency of what is happening. In principle, a nightmare and unseeable film can not be called, but the first two parts raised the bar high, which the third time Lustig and Cohen, to my deep regret, did not master.
To begin with, Cordell here has become almost a parody of himself. Half of the film he highlights in the background, sluggishly sewing a couple of people, while almost not reacting to external stimuli in the form of bullets, fire, etc., in terms of appearance, he became some expressionless. And also he was woven to almost a romantic line with the policeman, which he really wants to resurrect.
In general, all these voodoo motivators in the plot cut all the potential at the root - well, this is alien to the world of "Maniac cop" and everything here. I am glad that there are strong links with the previous parts, so at least the entire trilogy looks like a single whole. But it's still a shame.
How hurtful and for the fact that instead of Jay Chettaway music is headed by someone Joel Goldsmith, and given that he is not as talented as his namesake Jerry, the opinion about the quality of the sound range is appropriate - not a nightmare, but also pleasure little. If only the main theme was left, it was good, disturbing music.
But actors are pretty good. The hero of Robert Davie is shown here in more detail than in the second film, plus the most striking shootouts fall on his lot. Caitlyn Dulaney, on the other hand, is mostly more for the entourage than for the promotion of the plot, but it will do. Good Robert Forster in a small but bright role of a cynical doctor, who deeply does not care who has his leg cut off and whose neck is bleeding.
The action here, as I said, mostly falls to the share of the hero Davi, and these shootouts are very bloody and good, Matt Cordell in the constant performance of Robert Z'Dar has to settle for a couple of slow murders. Good final chase, just Cordella is humanly pathetic - the guy is already on fire for the second time. . .
In general, this tape could claim something more if it came out separately, but behind it there are shadows of predecessors who do not loom over millet, but rise above it on its head. Disappointed, especially considering that the writer and director are the same.
6 out of 10