Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver (2011)


Well, if the writers don’t give a shit anymore, why should we? “Gingerdead Man” has seemingly given up trying after the first film, so I’ve given up trying to make sense of anything that’s happening in this movie series. When last we saw Gingerdead Man he was trolling a movie studio killing actors and directors for some reason. Now he’s being held in a prison with other psychotic baked goods. Spoofing “Silence of the Lambs,” he meets with female detective who wants his help in a case. It’s an obvious satire sans the laughs, but we now know there are other psychotic baked goods out there.

Of course nothing is made of this, other than the use of baking references as sexual innuendo. Maybe there’s another film coming soon with Gingerdead Man teaming up with other baked goods from a satanic realm? Probably not. The movie can barely afford to keep Gingerdead Man in the film for the entirety of the story, let alone feature enough slayings to be considered a slasher film. After the Gingerdead man breaks free, he stumbles upon two scientists building a machine that can keep food from expiring (?). He then finds a time machine and is warped back in to the seventies, for some reason.

There he finds a roller disco where he begins wreaking havoc on a bunch of seventies cliches. Meanwhile director William Butler goes to town spoofing movies from the seventies while skirting copyright infringement. I really have to credit the crew for supplying a soundtrack filled with music that sound very similar to classic disco music, but not similar enough to violate any copyrights. There’s a song that almost sounds like “Carwash” at one point, it’s kind of funny. But that’s about where it ends.

Yet again, Gingerdead Man is only a plot device in a larger comedy movie, where a young girl begins to come of age in the disco, while her uptight aunt gets ready to close it down due to tax problems. The rest of the film is just a lot of blatant nudity, gratuitous sex, and Gingerdead Man fading in to the background. When he does snap in to action, it’s more of him just shooting people, and the character still has no depth to him. There’s not a lot of reasoning for why we should remotely fear Gingerdead Man, but then this is a movie that ends with Hitler roller skating with two little kids. So who cares about characterization, right?