There isn't an inkling of innovative thinking in the third installment of the 1920 series. The best thing that can be said about it is that it will remain one of the year's funniest films. Blood talk, daayans and jaadu tona are all in vogue this season ( ahem! ) but in the horror genre, these things are so passe.
One look at the daayan and the first thing that will pop in your head is 'For Devil's Sake, someone get the poor woman a stylist'. With her sense of make-up, anyone would be looked down upon by their peers. No wonder she rages, roars and rumbles to find herself a soul. Music is also boring .
