Maybe if they'd had the big mannequin attack towards the end of the film rather than in the first five minutes, I could have taken this film a bit more seriously, but I'll forgive them.
I can also forgive the underground bunker popping up for no reason and the over acting at the blind woman's house.
The fact that Taz survived being stabbed to death in the last film by throwing out a line about the scratch on his stomach and Carl Medland's new telekinetic powers.
I can forgive the whole Jacuzzi scene, and even all of the goings on from the previous 2 installments of the Paranormal Farm franchise. Why? Because it's all just so... awkward.
Carl Medland is a walking sitcom that bundles through the farm for a weekend, filming his horror films while the owners of the farm, Darren and Lucy, are obviously busy and just want to get on with their work.
Every interaction between the farmers and the film maker is like watching two different species of alien from opposite ends of the universe trying to communicate and it makes the awkwardness of a Borat or Bruno pale in comparison.
Add in to the mix some new cast members, who were obviously plucked from the local am-dram theatre, that actually try acting their little hearts out to no avail, and you've got yourself the perfect final installment to the perfect trilogy of awkward.
I can also forgive the underground bunker popping up for no reason and the over acting at the blind woman's house.
The fact that Taz survived being stabbed to death in the last film by throwing out a line about the scratch on his stomach and Carl Medland's new telekinetic powers.
I can forgive the whole Jacuzzi scene, and even all of the goings on from the previous 2 installments of the Paranormal Farm franchise. Why? Because it's all just so... awkward.
Carl Medland is a walking sitcom that bundles through the farm for a weekend, filming his horror films while the owners of the farm, Darren and Lucy, are obviously busy and just want to get on with their work.
Every interaction between the farmers and the film maker is like watching two different species of alien from opposite ends of the universe trying to communicate and it makes the awkwardness of a Borat or Bruno pale in comparison.
Add in to the mix some new cast members, who were obviously plucked from the local am-dram theatre, that actually try acting their little hearts out to no avail, and you've got yourself the perfect final installment to the perfect trilogy of awkward.
