The previous year, in Jaws: The Revenge, Spielberg's co-opted shark tracked a family from Amity, New England, to The Bahamas, so your scepticism about Spielberg's co-opted poltergeist, here, following Carol Anne Freeling - the 12-year-old who looks ninety - to a Chicago skyscraper in this threequel is summarily dismissed: it's just what bastardised Spielberg villains do, alright? - but once ensconced in this Windy City state-of-the-art megastructure, the 'geist wreaks havoc in only the most bewildering ways: Tangina, for one, finds it all so urgent she won't even finish her cup of tea before sweeping in, hair and make-up electrified from her last-minute jet-set across America - she's like some psychic rockstar version of Pat Benatar - and she fingers a necklace and assures everyone the repetitive ice and mirror motifs of the SFX make wonderful sense to anyone versed in the psychic sciences - you need to read more, is the inference - yet through the mess we do learn that evil can't overcome familial love (even when one family member spends a large part of the movie wishing another stuck forever in a hell portal, good riddance); we learn that elevator emergency buttons are not just for fire but also for instances of demonic elevator possession; and we learn that Lara Flynn Boyle existed before The Practice.
★★☆☆☆
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