Just mere days before marrying the love of his life, Amy, Scott and his friends take off for an epic bachelor party in Las Vegas. While partying it up, they meet two escorts, Nikki and Angela, who invite them to go to a private
party on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The guys think they are in for the time of their lives but soon discover they may just be lucky to get out of Vegas alive. Scott Spiegel's Hostel: Part III is the latest film in a tired franchise which provides little reason to care. Hostel III starts off with some promise, using a lot of deceptive narrative devices to tease the viewer about when these four guys will meet their demise. What starts off as a fun, playful game between viewer perception and narrative direction quickly fades into plot twist after agonizing plot twist which seem to become dumber and dumber as the film progresses. Too be fair, one doesn't typically watch these types of film for narrative structure but the films lack of creative deaths is what truly killed the experience for me. I'll be the first to admit that I've never been a huge fan of the franchise to begin with, but I thought Hostel 2 was a pretty fun, sick flick. There was a lot of ingeniunity and creative, albeit twisted, choices in that film but by and large Hostel III fails completely in that regard. While the body count is decent, the deaths are boring making me have little to care about. Hostel Part III may not be too bad, considering its direct to dvd pedigree, but in this day and age that excuse is becoming less and less valid.
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