Heather O'Rourke and Zelda Rubinstein return in the Poltergeist trilogy's finale. What should have been a film to consciously consider the losses and graciously back step with pride and dignity intact soon disintegrated as the film progressively got worse with no end in sight. The beginning opens up with an air of adequacy as we mentally piece together and try to come to grip the terror that Carol Anne has had to live with. I haven't pitied a child since Child's Play's Andy Barclay erupted with the "woe is me" face. What started out bleak soon spiraled out of control as this kid should have accepted suicide way earlier than Child's Play 3. The very same rules apply to Carol Anne. It's apparent that no matter what, no matter how resistant the box office is, Carol Anne will never be freed of Kane's wrath. Not even stomach cancer can stop this onslaught of feudal franchise persistence. The final blow to a legacy that should have ended after the debut film was the passing of Heather O'Rourke and what a sacrifice it was.
After Carol Anne settles in with her aunt and family in a tower that consists of over 100 floors, her peace is soon shattered by visions of the horrifying spectre that has been following her over the course of three films including this dreadful sequel. Soon this film sells into a Generation-Xer with a cast of rebellious youth who become involved in the malevolent workings of a spirit that reveals his greatest fetish to be cracking mirrors. Somehow I remember the Poltergeist being more exciting and destructive, even designed by a certain H.R. Giger. It would appear that Kane has turned a new leaf as a pacifist taking cues from Angus Scrimm all the while conforming to an Amish subculture. Perhaps Mennonite?
Poltergeist III should have at least settled as a passable crack in a pillar of horror but instead stands as one of the most depressing and dismal attempts at resuscitating something that is past dead. From the half-assed performances from everyone involved save for the cherubic Heather O'Rourke, it's easy to blame the "Poltergeist Curse" for the lack of compassion put into a sequel of another sequel. It's only when you retitle a title that you begin to notice the chain of unoriginality. Poltergeist III stands testament to a prose of carelessness only aided by a key acting performance of a dead child actress and a couple scenes that stand out with generic aesthetics but a theme nonetheless. I give credit for a cunning idea of obscuring the view with the "entrance" to the other side. You know, that really bright flood light. Poltergeist III remains in recent memory only due to Heather O'Rourke's untimely departing from our world into the very world she feared in three horror installments. The only reason one should view this film is to "appreciate" her screen presence or to stare into her face and realize that in between takes she was most likely projectile vomiting and slowly deteriorating into the very monster she was running from.
R.I.P. Heather O'Rourke