Confession time: despite its status as the Joker-conquering, box office-battering horror darling of the moment, I have not watched Terrifier 3. I also haven’t watched Terrifier or Terrifier 2, nor will I watch Terrifier 4, Terrifier 5 or Terrifier 6: Back in the Habit, when those films inevitably arrive. I won’t watch them because I know what will happen to me if I do: some combination of passing out, vomiting or passing out while vomiting.
I’ve written about my squeamishness before in this newsletter, and while I’ve largely gotten over my ashen-faced teenage years, there are still a few offerings at the sharp end of the horror genre that are likely to send me a-tumbling. And the ultraviolent Terrifier 3, which proudly flaunts its capacity to have audiences sprinting back up the aisles within the first 10 minutes, definitely comes under that heading.
