Loved the simplicity of the first film’s premise, and started to dig in my heels a bit with the laborious world-building on the second go-round. Chapter 3 wisely foregoes almost any plot and delivers the most brutal kills of the series, which is honestly all I’m here for. This is full-on Frank Miller silliness right down to the disfigured sewer-dwelling assassins, and visually, it’s all blood-splattered comic-book splash pages. No way I couldn’t adore this.
Beautifully shot, but completely hollow. Characters are rushed, and even at over 2 hours, flies past its plot points at breakneck speed. I could overlook all of this, though, if the movie was able to conjure up a single frightening sequence or ounce of dread. A shame, but I love the source material enough to still find some enjoyment watching any filmed adaptation.