Hi-Rise Ghosts, Low Rent Scares
Without hyperbole, I can say Poltergeist III (1988) is one of the worst sequels to a big budget franchise in the history of Mankind. So messed up is this messy mess of a demonic ghost STILL plaguing the Freeling family, the lifeless and pointless Poltergeist (2015) remake is better than PIII.
Carol Anne, the youngest daughter from the first two Poltergeist movies, remains the target of the devil ghost whose been haunting her for years. Now he/she/it has tracked Carol Anne to an uptown high-rise condominium (100 floors), where her folks dumped her off to live with her aunt and uncle. Way to go for atmosphere — the only thing scary about that well-lit place is the rent.
The “evil” special effects (snowing indoors) are as ridiculous as the plot; How dare they call this a ghost movie without floating dishes and self-moving furniture? And Rev. Henry Kane, that spooky/mean preacher fellow from Poltergiest II: The Other Side (1986)? He shows up wearing a hat, but doesn’t talk. I’ll give him this — it is a pretty cool hat. But he just stands around while everybody screams. Heck, even I could do that. In fact, I’m doing it right now.
And where were all the other neighbors when polter-poo was hitting the fan? Geez, my landlord threatens to evict me every time I fart in the central air-conditioner duct leading to all the other apartments. Freshly-digested baked beans are far more scary than this stinker.