Don’t think, just drink.
Shooting dialogue scenes may seem like a walk in the park, but if you can’t pull it off, you can’t handle any other aspect of a feature film. You can’t neglect exposition, even in this franchise, because budget is an issue and you have to rely on filler. Screenwriters Jeffrey and Michael Wolinski are way over their heads, and director Mel House has no idea what he’s doing.
This is one of the worst installments in this pathetic franchise. The special effects and make-up are rudimentary, the photography is basic, the lighting fucking sucks, and the acting is embarrassing. No single aspect of this film deserves to be celebrated. This movie is awful. They should’ve given this project to Ron Ford, who made the previous installment much more interesting.
How has no writer in this collection, so far, ever given us a script that’s based on Wicca, the way it is taught in books? Better, yet; give me a screenplay based on the teachings of Dungeons and Dragons. And, please, get rid of Will Spanner. This character has been a cancer since day one. He should have contracted chlamydia and died by now. Guys, wake up! You keep making the same mistakes!