Stepfather III (1992)

Oh my... this one was laughably bad. My buddy was ecstatic to show me just about any VHS he had on his 6" TV/VCR combo, so we went with this. The first two movies were all right on account of Terry O'Quinn playing the titular psycho character, but this one doesn't have him. Instead, this one has some other guy who gets plastic surgery to justify the recasting, and that's the only good/gross part of this movie. The rest had me turn into one of those rifftrax assholes who makes fun of the movie the entire time, and I'm not proud of it.

Priscilla Barnes is the new lady of interest, and she has a wheelchair bound son (who's cause of being in a wheelchair made me lol). For some reason, this kid is always hanging out with a priest and he's always trying to solve mysteries with a shitty old 90s computer that he insists on letting his pet turtle walk all over. I wanted to smack this kid senseless.

The movie plays out as you expect, with our antagonist/hero gradually going crazy and killing people that threaten his stupid family existence until the kid, having not used his legs for years, ignores muscle atrophy and musters up the courage to walk and fight back against this subpar stepfather who isn't conscientious at all. He'll kill people basically in public, get blood all over himself, and in the very next scene have no blood on him at all. This neighborhood is oblivious, just like the screenwriters. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even have a scar on his chest from when he got stabbed in the fucking heart at the end of the previous movie. Also, when he bangs women, there's no nudity. It's super gay, just like everything else about this movie.

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