In one of the weakest sequels ever made, Jerry the psychopathic stepfather shacks up with yet another family after a successful face transplant from a seedy (and unfortunate) plastic surgeon. It isn't long before this new family proves to be too difficult for Jerry to handle, and he resorts to 'divorcing' them with a knife. Terry O'Quinn's performances in the previous two installments contributed more to their success than any other element in the film franchise, and his absence from the third film is largely responsible for its downfall. Robert Wightman attempts to pick up the pieces, but his abysmal performance is juvenile, goofy, and entirely devoid of any fear or intimidation. His new love interest and her son are played just as poorly, while the entire production reeks of the early 90s video market. The film overcompensates for all of its failings with even more preposterous blood and gore, removing it from the Suspense genre and lumping it in with countless other nameless Slashers. Thankfully, Jerry is destroyed after being thrown into a mulching machine, thereby putting an end to his murderous rampage and the series.
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