Don’t ask me to explain the title. Yes, it’s the third film in the series, but
how the mutant babies began to be called “the alive” instead of just described
as being “alive” is a mystery that the film doesn’t explain. But who cares about all that? This film is so joyously insane that it’s
hard to hold anything against it. In a
perpetual state of lunacy, Michael Moriarty plays the father of one of the sharp-clawed,
razor-toothed, blood-thirsty babies that gets sent to a leper-color-like island
with others of its kind. Some years
later, it’s time to return to check on the monsters’ progress, and Moriarty
goes along because he feels a strange compulsion to take responsibility for his
abandoned offspring. Naturally, much
more mayhem than harmony ensues as the party invades the island in search of
specimens. What I mostly like about this
movie is that it extends the theme brought up in the earlier films, albeit in a
much more satirical way. The mutants are
suspected by scientists of being an aggressive development in human evolution,
partially induced by pollution and/or atomic radiation. The new race not only appears spontaneously
in normal human wombs, but also murders as many humans as it can get its hands
on immediately after being born. We are
doomed.
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