The original Silent Night, Deadly Night caused a public furor upon its release, despite being a relatively bland stalk-and-slash exercise. The film's only distinguishing feature was outfitting its killer as Santa Claus (a gimmick that was ignored when used four years earlier for the unrelated Terror in Toyland), and the inevitable sequel was cobbled together with copious flashback footage from its parent production, managing to be even more boring as a result. This third installment stretches the original plot line so thin that it snaps, with logical lapses and continuity gaffes galore, but because of so much damage and stupidity, Silent Night, Deadly Night 3: Better Watch Out! emerges as the most entertaining entry in the series. The premise of a psychic link between a blind girl and a comatose serial killer is hard enough to swallow, but watching Ricky Caldwell stomp around with a transparent skull like a retarded Frankenstein monster quickly becomes a laugh riot that shouldn't be missed. One senses that, at some point, director Monte Hellman must have just thrown up his hands and given up on making the script work, leaving open a myriad of questions that are open to the individual viewer's interpretation. Of all the coma patients in the world, why would scientists choose a dangerous killer on which to perform experiments? Why would there be a scalpel left carelessly on the hospital reception desk? Why would anyone open up a conversation with a blind girl by asking, "So, how long have you been handicapped?" Why doesn't Laura's psychic grandmother foresee danger when Ricky rings the doorbell? Why does the film take time out for Robert Culp to promote cell phone usage? These Zen-like questions can never be answered, but pondering them will lead to pleasure and quotable lines like "Who says you have to be the world's champion blind orphan?" won't be soon forgotten.