The Thankskilling series is very much like the Gingerdead Man series. The first film in the franchise is a super low budget, barely passable little horror movie with indie heart and determination. And both series fly right off the rails with their sequels. Using the source material as nothing more than a jumping off point to tell off-the-wall, barely-connected-to-the-original stories with much higher budgets and ambition.
Where Thankskilling 3 (there is no part 2, that’s part of the joke) sets itself apart from the Gingerdead Man series is just how FAR off base the sequel goes. Like into outer space far. Like the opening of the movie is literally set in space with a female astronaut floating around with her tits out. Yep. With her tits out. It’s THAT kind of movie.
And I fucking love it.
Thankskilling 3 is like an episode of Sesame Street on acid. Like John Waters or Lloyd Kaufman showed up on set one day and took over the camera. Or Peter Jackson decided he needed to finally make a spiritual sequel to Meet The Feebles.
And I must reiterate this. If You saw the original Thankskilling and thought it was just amateur trash, you STILL have to give this crazy fucking movie a chance because it is nothing and I mean NOTHING like the original.
For example, Turkie the killer turkey is the only puppet in the first film. In THIS film, ALL the characters are puppets or people in giant monster costumes. Only one human character appears in this film. Everything else is a puppet.
Thankskilling 3 is a puppet movie.
What’s it about? It’s fucking about how Turkie is hunting down the last known copy of Thankskilling 2, a film so bad, teams of goons are sent out to burn any copy they find out in the wild. Turkie wants to use it to curse all mankind for killing Turkeys on Thanksgiving or something. It’s a fucking meta puppet movie with tits and gore. Who gives a fuck what it’s about?
Ok, fine. I’ll try to contain this batshit tornado of weird into a couple paragraph synopsis. *Deep breath* Here goes!
So some bizarre alien puppet named Yomi who has literally lost her mind and takes off in search for it shows up for some reason. Then Turkie murders his wife and kid (he’s apparently married now,) only to put his kid’s soul into that last DVD copy of Thankskilling 2. Then a whole bunch of other shit happens including our introduction to the only human character in this whole god forsaken weird mess. He’s a dude named Uncle Donny, the inventor of the Pluckmaster 3000 (a giant Rube Goldberg contraption that you just KNOW will play a huge role in the climax), and his hand puppet rapping grandmother Flowis.
Flowis the rapping grandma puppet. Moving on.
Then there’s some big robot and a talking worm with a mustache named Rhonda. I’ve seen this movie like three times and I still don’t have ANY fucking idea why they’re in it. Donny runs a theme park called Thanksgivingland. Everyone ends up in Turkey Hell for a little bit.
Look, story goes out the window rather quickly once puppet grandma fucking shows up and starts dropping bars.
What we get is one of the absolute weirdest movies I’ve ever seen in my life. There are scenes of dialogue intercut with judicious use of dubstep music and sound FX over some fantastic looking puppet action and violence.
I’m telling you, this flick actually has a budget and 100% of it was used to create awesome puppet creatures and weird landscapes with a positively psychotic meta storyline. If you’re a puppet movie fetishist, or you’re the kind of person who enjoys torturing themselves with horrifically bad cinema on Friday nights, this flick is for you.
Five Strangeheads out of Five for sheer imagination and poor taste.