



Phantasm III feels like the series shaking off the studio dust and getting weird again. Phantasm II always seemed a bit too polished for its own good—the fingerprints of studio interfence were all over it—but Lord of the Dead brings back the dream logic, humour, and chaos that made the original so distinctive.
It’s part road movie, part horror cartoon, full of flying spheres, zombie henchmen, and enough chrome balls to fill a nightmare. The tone veers wildly from creepy to camp, sometimes in the same breath, but that unpredictability is exactly what makes it fun.
It’s still rough around the edges, but you can feel the pulse of a filmmaker doing his own thing again. Not as haunting as the first, maybe, but definitely more alive—or undead—than the sequel ever managed.