Feast III: The Happy Finish

After the demented roller-coaster ride in part two, this boring and literally unwatchable appendix is quite a let-down compared to the earlier installments.

Despite the far-fetched ending, which is so absurd as to be actually funny, we've got more of the same, but with diminishing returns (and badly lit at that.) The newly introduced characters aren't that much of a big deal, either, and the blissfully short running time reflects the uninspired nature of the whole schlock parade.

It was time to end this carnage.

3 out of 10 (h)armless karate kids

Better than II or worse then II? There is some debate on that.

At least we can clearly see the monsters in this one.

The gore is worse than ever with decapitations, and the monster eating the head whole, and then, I kid you not, eliminating the uneaten head.

If you have epilepsy, you might not want to watch the last 10 minutes or so. It flashes on and off and it made me dizzy.

It was better that Feast II, but not by much. It was a gore-fest with lots of action, but it was hard to follow exactly what was going on most of the time.

The ending was a real shock!

Loved the first two, very unpredictable and amusing.

This one feels formulaic and dull. You can't really tell what is going on (as mentioned elsewhere) most of the scenes are in darkness with flashing lights and shaky camera work.

I had to constantly prize my finger away from the fast forward button as the characters twittered on or trudged down another pitch black sewer.

It feels like this film is the unwanted runt of the litter, undernourished and unloved.

The ending was so bad I wonder if the director has grown bored of the Feast franchise and hammered nails into its coffin so he wouldn't be bugged about making a fourth.

When it comes to a true relic it's hard to give a review. All I can say is that this (literally) piece of s**t is good cinema.

Where this lacks in structure it makes up in substance. The substance being not the cruelty or injustice of the world, but the driving force of all humanity: fun and love.

Kaufman said that the cinema is a dead art form. Pure hubris. Of course that was after the fact that he'd just created one of the more meaningful pieces of art: Synecdoche New york. Cinema just needs to go boldly where no one has gone before.

Beyond theater, no matter how much as it hurts. Saying farewell to Shakespeare causes physical pain, but sometimes the pain is good. Or like on tn the case of a modern human being, necessary.

In cinema there's nothing to bind us. Nothing to keep us apart. The cycle begins again when nothing is given. Well, except our endless appetite for sex and violence.

The third and last Feast part didn't seem as bad as the second, possibly because it was more about running away from the monsters and less about trying to make the characters look funny. It is difficult to enjoy a movie when you can't make yourself to care about any of the characters. And when the gore and weirdness goes completely over the top, you just stop caring.

Bottom line: Feast was a movie I recommend to all my friends, but the second and the third installments are just bad. It is "I wish I would have cleaned the house instead of watching it" bad. It's really depressing to see a movie bring some originality in a tired genre only to try too hard by making sequels that lack the soul of the first and exaggerate everything that didn't matter in the first place.