Notable Cast: Marco Leonardi, Michael Parks, Temura Morrison, Rebecca Gayheart, Orlando Jones, Danny Trejo
Review: If there was anything From Dusk Till Dawn 3; The Hangman’s Daughter had going for it, it was the utter unbelievable notion it couldn’t be anywhere as bad as From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money. It’s just inconceivable they could make the same mistakes with Rodriguez and Tarantino serving as producer on both. Released the same year as it’s direct to video stinker of a brother, From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman’s Daughter keeps a lot of the essence of what made the original fun, but still not reaching its iconic level. This actually serves as a prequel and not a sequel, set in the early 1900’s. A group of travelers including Ambrose Bierce (Parks), some missionaries, and some rebels end up at a bar called La Tetilla del Diablo (the first version of The Titty Twister). Much in the vein of the first film, our travelers become trapped when the workers all turn out to be vampires, and their objective becomes just surviving until sunrise. Pretty much everything from this installment is a nod to the original, instead taking place in a wild west setting. I mean it seems like a safe play, copying the same events and putting them in a different time zone. Once the group gets to the bar though, you’ll know exactly what to expect before it even happens. Two people start fighting, blood is spilled, the vampires go crazy, someone is bit and tries to hide it, he takes out another character, and two survivors bust the door down to save their asses. Sound familiar From Dusk Till Dawn fans? They even have a whip toting character like in the first, but please, no one can touch Sex Machine (Tom Savini) as a character. So you get all the same twists and turns as the first, but this time everything just seems tired and tried. Sure, I thought Texas Blood Money got too far away to even brandish the name From Dusk Till Dawn, but now I’m a hypocrite because The Hangman’s Daughter is entirely too close to the original to be equally as good. They introduce the idea that one of the women is some ancestor of the vampires and blah blah blah, but it’s all just to mask the fact that everything is exactly the freakin’ same. Not to mention again the value was down and a relatively unknown director was brought in, really making me wish Rodriguez or Tarantino would have stepped behind the camera on this one and Texas Blood Money. While I most definitely recommend this prequel over the much more sloppy sequel, it still isn’t even on the same wondrous planet of From Dusk Till Dawn. Hey, at least I got these two out of my system, right?
Netflix Rating: 3/5