Renny Harlin’s bloated trilogy concludes on a chapter that shows flickers of life amid the deaths, but there’s no masking the that it’s not nearly enough.

Ultimately The Strangers: Chapter 3 offers no redeemable qualities and is so vacuously unremarkable that it is already in the process of being forgotten.

By the end, I wasn’t rooting for the fictional Maya to survive the night as much as for the actress who plays her to move on to better material.

Sometimes there’s no beating around the bush. Eloquence be damned: these movies suck.