GHOULIES III: GHOULIES GO TO COLLEGE (1991)
Well, that was unexpected. I thought I had seen Ghoulies III before, but apparently, I was mistaken. John Carl Buechler returns, this time as director. We are now in a different genre, though. This is a straight-up sex comedy with a (low) body count. If it weren't emblazoned as a horror sequel, there is no way I would be tackling Ghoulies III, buuuuut there are Ghoulies afoot. Kevin McCarthy (yes, that Kevin McCarthy) stars as Mr. Ragnar, a college professor who detests Prank Week. Ragnar is in such a state of rancor, that when he stumbles upon a mystical comic book that summons tiny terrors, his first instinct is to use the diminutive malcontents as pawns in a power play that pits two fraternities against one another. That sounds...elaborate, I know. But the plot devolves into something easier to digest. Basically, Ghoulies pester co-eds. By "pester," I mean "kill every once in awhile." They are not silent assassins, however. No, these Ghoulies talk. A lot.
Ghoulies III is rife with sophomoric humor. That's not a problem if you're big on gross-out jokes, but guess what? I'm not big on gross-out jokes. I'm not big on comedies at all. It's true; I hate fun. We have to watch as the Ghoulies (it would be helpful if they had names) slap each other silly, drink beer together, and cause general mischief. McCarthy winds up being the de facto villain, and to be fair, he seems to be having a blast. Ghoulies III: Ghoulies Go to College was supposed to be a theatrical release, so at the very least, the production values are trim. Look, it's not as baleful as Ghoulies IV, but that's not saying very much. I'm out of ammunition. To add insult to injury, there are no W.A.S.P. songs on the soundtrack. What gives?
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