Review of Jeepers Creepers 3 (2017) by Cory T — 06 Oct 2017

'Jeepers Creepers 3' is a giddily capricious guilty pleasure which hybridizes the creature rules of Stephen King's 'It' (the 23-year cycle of the Creeper's (Jonathan Breck) edacious frenzy) for an extravaganza of Southern Antebellum atmosphere and ax-wielding jolts.

Like stuntman Kane Hodder's forays as Jason Voorhees, Breck transfuses the Creeper with Thyestean mystique. While prowling around his prey in a hay-hauling truck, his eyes dilate and his nostrils snarl and later, he is sneeringly disgruntled about a gunshot on his Hesperian hat.

He also whistles after an Olympic stance for his javelin throw. While it is an invidious interquel between the 2001 and 2003 pictures, the tie-in finale in which the basketball team is incunabular, is actually a reticular callback to the excruciating second chapter.

Because it is not bankrolled from a major studio, a few CGI elements are poorly embellished such as the ball contraptions from the Creeper's crenellated van and the bullet ricochets off of its impregnable exterior.

Victor Salva tints the flick with oppressively nerve-racking atmosphere (Gaylen Brandon (Meg Foster) soliloquizes with her deceased son on a breathtakingly pink-filtered sunrise horizon) and stereo-quaking frights with the Creeper in silhouette atop his vehicle or extemporaneously perching in front of dirt bikers (the most sadistic, rabbit-slaying member, Kirk Mathers' (Ryan Moore) comeuppance via a booby-trapped seat is thankfully not procrastinated).

While it isn't strictly a cockamamie spoof of the slasher subgenre, Salva reflexively lampoons it with the campy in-jokes such as the car's-ignition-won't-start chestnut and then it is collated with a gag about a noisy cell phone.

The origins of the winged gargoyle are only a minuscule tease around a disembodied hand on a farm property and its trance that informs the holder of the Creeper's weakness.