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5.0 out of 5 stars
Three Feast movies, three Godfather movies. Coincidence?, March 11, 2009
The Feast franchise is like antibiotics. One is not enough, it's incomplete. Kind of like the Godfather series. Once the first is begun, like antibiotics, the whole regimen must be taken, and while doing so there may be agony and moaning (like Godfather III).
After reuniting with the cast of characters from the cliff hanger Feast II - the midgets, the awesomely topless biker chicks, Whisper & Slasher, Honey Pie & The Bartender, we soon get a few superb additions to the movie; one named S*#tkicker and another named Jean Claude Seagal. Yes, Jean Claude Seagal. If there is a cooler name, and a more hilariously overt parody of already lampooned characters (SNL and Mad TV skits don't count), then I have never seen one. Together they add just enough suave machismo and unpredictable catastrophes ("It's just a flesh wound") to keep the movie rolling along.
The most important aspect of all three Feast movies is the potpourri of gore, wisecracks, blood, and extremely heavy-handed WTF scenes. Whereas the classic money shot of Feast II was the baby volleyball scene, this installment challenges and treats the viewer with two classic scenes. An alien colonoscopy that vividly displays a fecal matter covered human head via the first ever corn-hole cam gushes out of the alien excretory system, bouncing on the ground like a half deflated basketball. The other scene can best be described as a cross-species, homosexual, inter-racial, box-car, prison anal rape...and I'll leave it at that.
An attempt at the rest: the biker chicks are the BAMFs, a prophet with cerebral palsy, a bizarre alien/zombie lair with strobe lights and a sweet techno soundtrack, trendy camera usage (night vision and shaky camera), front kick decapitations, and a classic mariachi ending during the credits that attempts to summarize the ridiculous awesomeness of this trilogy.
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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Napoleon Dynamite, May 12, 2009
The best way to think of this movie is the horror genre version of Napoleon Dynamite: it is so over-the-top in terms of absurdity and grotesque-iness it will either take a while to sink in (for the positive reviewers here) or not at all (for all the negative commentors). Unfortunately there's only one way to find out which group you'll fall into (and it's not by reading this or any other review here).
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2.0 out of 5 stars
Slight Improvement (Why Didn't They Make Just One Sequel Instead of Two), October 7, 2009
"Feast 3: The Happy Finish" picks up where "Feast II: Sloppy Seconds" left off. What will happen to Honey Pie (Jenny Wade) who survived the massacre in the previous entry? How about the wresters and bikers? The rooftop opening will show you and beware, it is much worse (and darkly funnier) than hapless teenagers in "Final Destination."
"Feast 3: The Happy Finish" follows the story of the survivors of "Feast II" and some new characters that show up in this deserted town. The film is certainly an improvement on the second installment, but not much. It still suffers from slack moments where almost nothing happens. Jokes are gross and outlandish (the "Rambo 3" joke, for instance), but that is a good thing here. There is a nice song at the end of the film, too. The problem is we need more of them. Much more.
Several new characters arrive, including "The Prophet" (Josh Blue) who, it seems, can control the monsters, and "Jean Claude Segal" (Craig Henningsen), a karate kid (check out his name). They are interesting initially, but it turns out they have little to do in the thin story. The sewer part is painfully slow, and ... why the sewer in the first place?
John Gulager's two "Feast" sequels are perhaps a missed opportunity. And ... Why didn't they make just one instead of two?
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