John Baxter is supposed to be smart. His whole job involves exposing bullshit. But in Amityville 3-D, he turns out to be an easy mark.
As played by Tony Roberts, who kind of resembles a more handsome Ron Perlman with a Jew-fro, he’s a tabloid journalist who works for Reveal Magazine. Along with photog Melanie (Candy Clark), on a dark and windy night, they make a fateful trip to the infamous Amityville house, the strangely preserved site of a family massacre.
They are greeted by the current occupants, an old man and an old woman, renters and supposed experts on contacting the dead. But John and Melanie are ready for them, masquerading as a distressed married couple wanting to communicate with their non-existent son.
As the old woman humourously moans, she suddenly coughs and has trouble breathing. She succinctly recaps what happened to the fake child. He died in a fire. Then, we hear a voice meant to resemble the kid.
Finally, some weird orb starts floating around and that’s when Melanie starts snapping. Through the constant camera flashes some guy in a black leotard is seen carrying a glowing lantern around on a stick. Someone representing the kid flies out of the room. The lights go on, the now angry old man threatens a lawsuit and the equally incensed old woman spits on Melanie.
The next day, the place now abandoned, the journos return to continue their investigation, amused by their discoveries. While finding all these props in the basement, they are greeted by the visiting real estate agent who looks a lot like the comedian John Pinette.
As he himself marvels at the scene, he nearly falls through a covered well, only saved by his bigness, his arm strength and the assistance of the media.
Outside, he confesses to John that he hasn’t been able to dump this place on a willing sucker. Not only that, he can’t make deals on vacant, adjoining properties. He thought buying it cheap during all the hysteria over the murders was a good investment, believing eventually what happened would be forgotten.
But it hasn’t and now he’s stuck. Thankfully, John is looking to relocate.
Hoping to write his first book in peace (no idea what it’s about; the premise is never mentioned) and going through a divorce with overly bitchy Tess Harper, when he learns that the Amityville place is “very affordable”, he jumps on it. All an incredulous Melanie can do is sigh in the car when he stubbornly stands by his decision.
The second he moves in, the shit goes sideways. The real estate guy shows up, gets covered in flies and is discovered by an arriving John as puffy-eyed and gasping before conking out. (Really?) Later, when Melanie visits, the power goes out. Too fearful to go all the way down the basement to check the fusebox, after she closes the door, it flings open and she gets bukkakied by frost. (The house likes to lower the temperature a lot.)
John returns later that night finding her shaking and whimpering in the fetal position in the hallway. (The spirits have a habit of locking you in.) Screaming at him like a maniac, she wants nothing to do with him or this house.
Whenever something odd like this occurs, the naturally skeptical John explains it away as if it were nothing. Oh, the real estate guy didn’t look well. Oh, honey, you were hallucinating. Oh, Melanie, there’s something wrong with your camera.
The spirits of this house are so powerful they can actually wreak havoc beyond its boundaries, an absurd advancement not at all pursued in the earlier Amityville films. (Number two remains the worst overall.) At work, John gets into an elevator and it suddenly starts rebelling, speeding all the way to the top then plummeting all the way to the bottom. At no time does the man think this has something to do with his bad purchase.
In the meantime, Melanie’s photos of the real estate agent show the man’s face all distorted. It isn’t until she gets them blown up a bit that she spots something unusual. The house will never let her get that information to John in another ridiculous scene.
John’s teen daughter Susan (a young Lori Loughlin) and her best pal Lisa (cute as a button Meg Ryan) visit the house on a number of occasions. Lisa seems a little too obsessed with its history as she cheerfully recounts it through an impromptu murder tour, although she does end her recap solemnly. And later, along with their dicky boyfriends, they attempt a séance with a makeshift Ouija board comprised of little pieces of paper representing the letters, numbers and words, and an upside down glass cup. (Too cheap to buy a real board?) When it goes sliding across the floor on its own and smashes, instead of realizing the reality of this place, Susan gets blamed for carelessness.
Having defied her mother’s wishes to avoid the Amityville house altogether, she shows up looking for her only to see her daughter walk in, hair all wet and silently headed towards her room where she locks the door behind her and isn’t seen again.
When mom goes outside to find out what all the commotion is about, she’s in deep denial about what she sees. John is no help to her whatsoever. No wonder she’s divorcing him.
Amityville 3-D was released in 1983 during a thankfully brief period where awful horror threequels were extra annoying because of those stupid red and blue glasses you had to wear to see them. (Jaws 3D and Friday The 13th, Part 3 were the others.) During the opening titles, the separate graphics for “Amityville” and “3-D” push toward the screen in such an obvious way I laughed. Then, certain names push forward as well. If only they put as much effort into the screenplay and the visuals.
Early on, we meet a scientist who conducts bizarre mind experiments. While talking with Tess Harper, he casually mentions that the woman suddenly shrieking in the other room has had her senses deprived for about 52 hours. Why? Who the fuck knows? The CIA could’ve used him at Gitmo.
Late in the film, he convinces John to bring his team to the house to see if they can capture this supernatural phenomena in action, a bit recycled from Poltergeist. You can tell the scientist has never seen a horror film before because he goes down in the basement and stupidly stares at the boiling cauldron before him. His girlish scream is more silly than terrifying.
Almost nothing in Amityville 3-D makes sense. Say what you will about the first one, yes it was bullshit, too, but the idea of someone being possessed by an evil spirit that turns them into a mass murderer at least has a hint of logic. What is the purpose of this one?
No one turns heel. The real estate agent is killed for no reason. Somehow, a haunted house can cause a car crash, employ a fly as a lookout, spontaneously start a fire to protect its secrets, manually override an elevator, duplicate the presence of a human being (later turned into a floating, shapeless aura), force that same person to fall out of a moving speedboat, not do anything bad to the old con artists, leave an imprint on a photograph, drag a dumb character through a well full of hot water, have another hiding in that same spot and most bizarrely, blow itself up.
It seems clear this third chapter was meant to be the last one hence the hectic finale. But the series would drag on for decades almost entirely resigning itself to straight-to-video sequels until The Awakening’s disastrous run in theatres in 2017. In the wake of Harvey Weinstein’s implosion, it made less than 10000 dollars. Another installment is out next month.
With a talented cast it doesn’t deserve and featuring really crummy special effects (Is that fly on a string?), even by 1980s standards, Amityville 3-D has no chance of truly getting under your skin. It lacks tension, intelligence and credibility. You know you’re immediately watching a stinker when a For Sale signs gets an unintentional laugh.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
6:10 p.m.