If you’re planning on seeing this movie, then you know entirely what to expect and it delivers exactly as you deserve. This offers more of Art the clown providing the gratuitous ultra-violence and splatterpunk gore, this time at Christmas!. Art even has a compatriot in the atrocity games, often stealing the show and relegating Art to a side-character. It is hyper-violent and lurid, relishing each moment of pain and atrocity inflicted upon a double-digit body-count and even from the perspective of a desensitized, bleak-hearted horror aficionado this film goes extreme, attempting to outdo the last two films in viscera-drenched attempts to shock and horrify. And it is very successful at this endeavor, once again a tour-de-force of practical effects and gruesome creativity, maintaining its depraved sense of humor throughout. For what it is worth, the performances are fantastic, with David Howard Thornton’s Art giving the same blend of mime antics and physicality while Laren LaVera’s Sienna is now a PTSD suffering ‘final-girl’ but still girlbossing like few others. But the surprising standout is the character of Victoria elevated to co-villian and played with smoldering intensity by Samantha Scaffidi, an inversion of the final girl, now Art’s accomplice and cohort. The ‘story’ continues to expand worldbuilding and lore, while simultaneously being threadbare and a flimsy excuse for grotesqueries and gouging. This film is unrepentantly disgusting and gross, entirely as promised and if within the first 10 minutes, if not utterly appalled you are likely giggling macabrely and certainly the target audience. Admittedly, I am not, but I cannot fault this film for being what it is, and what it provides to the genre. If you’ve somehow stumbled onto this film by accident, may the gods have mercy on your soul, and for those who continue to follow Art’s antics, you will undoubtedly enjoy this third outing and eagerly anticipate his next romp.