The first ThanksKilling was brutal, ridiculous, and -- at first sight - a horrible movie. But that's what it was meant to be, and was proud of that fact. For those of us that got the joke, we loved it for what it was, and we cheered on the murderous, wise-cracking Turkie as he reeled off line after line of absurbities while gleefully hacking up brain-dead teenagers.
Now we have ThanksKilling 3, which is the result of a successful Kickstarter campaign from TK's creators, backed by those of us who either loved the first movie or at the very least wanted to see such dedicated indie filmakers succeed. TK3 -- which makes ThanksKilling the first franchise to actually skip its own sequel and jump straight into the 3rd installment -- is what happens when indie filmakers raise a big bunch of cash from the faithful and follow their own vision, with no compromise.
It's pretty cool.
The production is a world away from the bare-bones TK, and there are moments of true, unbridled ambition in TK3 that are a delight to behold. This is not a "good" movie by any means, and like TK, it's not meant to be... rather it's the result of passion-fueled imagination drunkenly vomiting all over Thanksgiving and filming the whole thing. And adding a bunch of puppets.
The plot revolves around Turkie's quest to capture the one remaining copy of ThanksKilling 2 in order to spread his curse around the world, and the foul fowl's single-minded obsession means he'll stop at nothing... even his own son is little more than cannon fodder in his quest. It's raunchy, ridiculous, curse-laden (in more ways than one), groan-inducing, a little self-indulgent, out-and-out trippy in a few spots, and laugh-out-loud hilarious in places.
I honestly loved this vile, stupid little movie.
I'll take this kind of filthy, funny, unapologetic nonsense over just about anything Hollywood's churning out these days, because ThanksKilling 3 is FUN! Sit back, start it up, point, laugh, and enjoy. Not every movie has to be designed to appeal to the broadest possible audience, and TK3 is proudly made for indie-loving cretins like myself who think a bloodthirsty turkey with a chainsaw for a wang is friggin' genius.
Good job, guys.