This film stinks!
This film is closer to The Devil’s Rejects, tonally, than House of a 1000 Corpses. It has that grindhouse look and feel that Rob Zombie likes so much, so expect freeze frames, slow motion sequences, lots of grain, jerky imagery, and a soundtrack of whatever songs he was listening to when he wrote this. Of course, this wouldn’t be a Rob Zombie film without the word “fuck” and lots of facial hair.
While this is a well-made film, the post-production visual effects are overwhelming, and we lose our connection to the story. The “three” are protagonists, and whoever opposes them are therefore antagonists, but not bad guys, though it sure feels this way. Ultimately, there’s no way to care for any character. This film has attitude but a weak, impersonal script.
With Sid Haig’s character dead pretty much from the beginning, I’m surprised to learn that “three” refers to Moon Zombie, Mosely and, get this; Richard Brake. I’m not sure why this film even exists, other than to complete a trilogy that’s been deteriorating as it went. Let’s hope this is the last nail in the coffin, and that Zombie’s redneck obsession ends soon.