‘Terrifier 3’ Review: Art the Clown Is Back in the Latest and (If It’s Even Possible) Sickest Entry Yet in the Gruesomely Inventive Franchise

If they gave out an Academy Award for best performance by a silent harlequin in a white clown suit who can mime a giggle fit while slicing people’s faces off (don’t try this at home — the slicing or the silent laughing), the award would be a lock for Art the Clown, the mascot of beyond-anything-you’ve-ever-seen slasher mayhem who’s the depraved mascot/killer of “Terrifier 3.” Art the Clown is to Freddy and Jason and Michael Myers what the Sex Pistols were to the Who and the Stones: their scandalous culmination, their punk end point.
Variety