So funny it's retarded!
Protesters, environmentalists, gangsters, cross-dressers, midgets, gays, lesbians and other minorities are the gold mine this low budget franchise stands on, and it cranks exploitation to a maximum in this third sequel to a subversive cross-over of subgenres. Everybody wants Toxie dead; nothing new there, but action takes precedence more than ever.
Every movie had its favored controversy: environment, culture and finance were some of Troma Entertainment’s favorite taboos up to now. They now tackle mental illness, plastic surgery, modeling, undesired pregnancy, family dysfunction, marginal sexual orientations and kinks. This sequel may fail on many levels, but it’s the kind of film that puts you in a good mood.
Toxie’s make-up looks more authentic and organic than ever. The voice-over is still botched, but at this point it can be blamed on style and continuity. This franchise refuses to age, and therefore does three things right to meet expectations: its retro, it’s true to its roots, and it’s consistent. If you’re a fan, you get what you signed in for and then a few surprises.