3 FROM HELL (2019) ****

I didn’t know Rob Zombie still had it in him.  After two mediocre Halloween movies, the interesting but flawed Lords of Salem, and the forgettable 31, I wasn’t sure he’d be able to dust off his beloved House of 1000 Corpses franchise and give it another go.  Turns out, it’s not only his best film as a director, but one of the best movies of the year.

3 from Hell finds Zombie flipping through various grindhouse genres like a goddamn madman.  If The Lords of Salem was his version of The Shining, this is his Kill Bill as he checks off scenes, extended sequences, and whole acts that riff on some of your favorite classics.  It begins as a Faces of Death-style Mondo documentary before turning into a Women in Prison picture, then morphs into a Home Invasion thriller before becoming The Wild Bunch vs. the Luchadores.  Would it surprise you that there’s a moment that cribs from Eraserhead?  Probably not.  

If Conan Le Cilaire, Jess Franco, David Lynch, Robert A. Endelson, Sam Peckinpah, and Rene Cardona had a love child, it would look a lot like 3 from Hell… and I loved every fucking second of it.

It also happens to be one of the funniest movies of the year.  Like Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, 3 from Hell is largely a hangout movie.  Of course, these three like to butcher the people they hangout with, but that’s besides the point.  

That’s the second time I’ve compared Zombie to Tarantino in this review.  Not surprisingly, it’s the way both men combine gruesome acts with flat-out hilarity that endear them both to me.  There is a scene involving a clown I will not spoil that offers one of the biggest laughs you’ll have all year.

The film also offers an interesting blend of Zombie’s previous cinematic styles.  The beginning captures the lived-in grungy flavor of House of 1000 Corpses before opening up to the nightmarish You Are There feeling of The Devil’s Rejects.  Seeing these characters inhabiting this world again is as warm and familiar as putting on your old favorite jacket.  You can tell Zombie is having as much fun catching up with these old characters again as we are.

The cast is uniformly great.  Again, not wanting to spoil anything, I will say that I loved every second Sid Haig was on screen.  I understand his health has been in decline in recent years, but another Haig performance as Captain Spalding, however brief is cause for celebration within the horror community.  Richard Brake is a fantastic addition to the cast.  He was easily the best thing about Zombie’s 31. and he is a natural fit and a welcome addition to the Firefly family.  Bill Moseley once again is aces as Otis, doubling down on the Manson mystique of the character and having the right amount of charisma and intensity to pull it off.  

The movie really belongs to Sheri Moon Zombie though.  If you loved her in Zombie’s previous films, you’ll be over the moon (no pun intended) with her in this one.  There’s a moment that is nothing more than her walking in slow motion to Suzi Quatro’s “The Wild One” that is flat-out mesmerizing.  As a fan of the character, the song, and the combination of the two, I can honestly say I would welcome a director’s cut that allows her to walk the full length of the song and in even slower motion and I would be able to die a happy man.

I’ve always had a theory that America’s tumultuous times have given rise to its greatest horror films.  Out of the Depression came the Universal monsters.  WWII spawned Godzilla.  The turbulent ‘60s gave birth to Night of the Living Dead.  I’d like to think 3 from Hell is a reflection of the madness we’re living in today.  Like those movies, it will be long discussed by horror fans and historians alike.  

In short, Rob Zombie is back, ladies and gentlemen.