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This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

The third and last Feast part didn't seem as bad as the second, possibly because it was more about running away from the monsters and less about trying to make the characters look funny. It is difficult to enjoy a movie when you can't make yourself to care about any of the characters. And when the gore and weirdness goes completely over the top, you just stop caring.Bottom line: Feast was a movie I recommend to all my friends, but the second and the third installments are just bad. It is "I wish I would have cleaned the house instead of watching it" bad. It's really depressing to see a movie bring some originality in a tired genre only to try too hard by making sequels that lack the soul of the first and exaggerate everything that didn't matter in the first place.

A handful of desperate survivors do their best to get out of a small town that has been overrun by vicious predatory humanoid beasts. Director John Gulager goes way overboard with the alarmingly excessive over-the-top graphic gore (limbs are torn off, entrails ripped out, and so on), pulls zero punches with his take-no-prisoners crass and offensive attitude, draws the loopy characters in amusingly colorful broad strokes, milks the uproariously crude sense of shameless lowbrow humor for maximum sick belly laughs (one poor guy gets anally raped and impregnated by a monster!), and concludes the whole delightfully demented affair with a genuinely surprising and unexpected "what the hell?" ending that comes completely out of left field. The game cast has a ball with the go-for-broke crazy material, with especially stand-out work from Clu Gulager as the tough, leathery, and seemingly indestructible bartender, Hanna Putnam as religious kook Secrets, Diane Ayala Goldner as a two-fisted motorcycle mama, Juan Longoria Garcia as rough'n'tumble midget wrestler Lightning, Carl Anthony Payne III as sleazy and selfish jerk used car lot owner Slasher, and William Prael as a depraved hobo. Super hotties Chelsea Richards and Melissa Reed provide some tasty gratuitous bare female skin as a couple of sassy'n'sexy biker babes. As with the previous entries in this series, it's director Gulager's bold-faced willingness to spit in the face of restraint, subtlety, decorum, and political correctness that in turn makes this film such a perversely enjoyable riot to watch. Good down'n'dirty creature feature fun.

I was looking forward for part 3 and the final of Feast. Again it's all in the same way of course of part 1 and part 2. A lot of gore again, bad jokes, tits and all what you want but sometimes it drops a bit. Don't get me wrong, it is still a good flick, but in the sewer it drops a bit, takes too long for me but overall again you will have a big laugh with farts and the way some are killed. Also you have to watch it while the end credits are running, the movie is still going on. Some people really have a problem with this trilogy, just watch the reviews, the first got a lot of reviewers and from then on it drops. If you really want a good feast than just watch, sigh, Feast. Even the ending is great. Nothing to do with the storyline but still the director got away with it. Really, an underrated trilogy!

I was for sure the third film couldn't possibly be as painful as the second one, and boy was I wrong. Just the underground strobe light sequence where you can't decipher what the hell was going on as infected humans, a monster, and our lone survivors are duking it out, I went for the Tylenol. This film deals with those left alive at the end of the second film, dealing with the monsters as they discover three new characters along the way. One is a prepared and confident leader type whose fate is sealed when he attempts to show Secrets how to shoot a pistol. One is a very talented martial artist whose arms are both eaten off leaving him little help to anyone. The third is a prophet who seems to have the gift to ward off the monsters, only to discover that it's the screeching sound of his ear piece causing them to move away. The prophet talks the remaining members from the second film into going underground in the sewer tunnels and this idea, while seeming like an ideal strategy, doesn't help them as infected human freaks, demented and violent, are wandering around. And, behind them comes a monster. Those that remain include Biker Queen(Diane Goldner), Secrets(Hanna Putnam), Greg(Tom Gulager), Lightning(Juan Longoria García), Bartender(Clu Gulager), and Tat Girl(Chelsea Richards). Following the Prophet, they encounter far more danger than possibly realized. At the start of the film, they are able to finally get inside the sheriff's office, getting their revenge on Hobo(William Prael)who kept the building locked tight, by beating him to a pulp. When they realize that this will only service them temporarily, the gang splits up after exiting. Discovering Hobo's meth lab(..in a school bus buried under the earth), Biker Queen and Tat Girl finally believe they will be able to finally flee the premises, encountering engine problems. That's when they meet the Prophet, watching him command the monsters to scatter, and follow him into the sewers.I don't know what director Gulager was attempting to accomplish with the ending, regarding the giant robot, but I was at my wit's end with the movie anyway. You get plenty of bloody carnage, but seeing what's going on is a major factor I struggled with. I soon just gave up caring and followed the mind-numbingly brain-dead flick until it's conclusion, breathing a sigh of relief as the Elvis impersonator was singing some song in Mexican as the credits rolled. For those that care, Slasher(Carl Anthony Payne II)gets anal raped by a monster who impregnates him, creating a hybrid human creature spawn! When the movie moves underground, almost all of it is incomprehensible and dark. There's some use of "nocturna vision", but even that is shot in such a haphazard manner, I doubt few will be satisfied. And, as the first two films proved, these characters have little worth, so their deaths couldn't come fast enough. John Allen Nelson is Sh#tkicker, the hero stereotype Gulager gets rid of just for the hell of it and Craig Henningsen is Jean Claude Seagal, the kickboxer who doesn't hold onto his arms very long. Josh Blue barely registers as Prophet, under a cloak, he mumbles directions and occasionally tells the monsters to take a hike as others complain of how noisy his hearing aid is, not knowing that it's loud frequency irritates the beasties. Greg goes almost the entire film with that pipe jammed into his face, and Bartender attempts to cauterize Claude Seagal's wounds like in Rambo III blowing the poor kid's other arm off!