Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver (2011)

Posted by The Zodiac | Movie Reviews,Uncategorized | Monday 12 March 2012 9:00 am

Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver (2011)

I was in the mood for one of the dumbest movies I could find. After already seeing Gingerdead Man and Gingerdead Man 2: Passion of the Crust, how could I resist when stumbling on the third part of the series? I didn’t even consider giving this flick any stars so don’t expect that to change. This movie was pretty much a rip off of Carrie and Silence of the Lambs. I mean, literally.

In the beginning, we have someone playing the Clarice Starling character from Lambs but of course, they changed her name to something similar. They reenacted the scene in the beginning where she walks through a tunnel of psychotic pastries and eventually ends up at the Gingerdead Man where she discusses some nonsense to him. He’s a rip-off of Chucky so of course he’s tossing her zingers while wearing his Hannibal Lecter mask on his cookie face.

Anyway, some freedom fighters bust in and free the crazy pastries including the Gingerdead Man and pay the ultimate price. Come to find out that the Starla lady’s brother was killed by TGDM and she wanted to shoot him for revenge. He escapes and finds a time machine and travels back to the 1970’s to a roller rink. No, I’m not making this up.

Enter the Carrie scenes. We have a redhead named “Cherry” (ha….ha) who has telekinesis (ha…ha) and is banned from dancing at the roller rink by her aunt (played by a man..?!). Anyway, the GDM wreaks havoc and his time machine doesn’t work. So, he just kills everyone for no reason. Cherry learns to skate and although this is the last day for the rink to be open (due to IRS bills adding up), the pageant for best skating woman is held and as usual, Cherry is nominated. Well, the popular girl gets wind of the voting process and she’s not popular anymore. Here comes the pigs blood..

…you get the gist. At the end, Lizzie Bordon, Jeffery Dahmer, Adolph Hitler, and Charlie Manson seem to make an unnecessary appearance. I’m getting sick writing this. Good God. There seemed to be a lot of implants in 1976 and the b-roll they kept inserting of people dancing on the dance floor was hilariously stupid! I doubt anyone will even see this flick so take my word for it; don’t wait up for part 4.

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