Understatement of the century: Dario Argento's movies are not for everyone. And the third and final installment in the director's "Three Mothers" trilogy is definitely an Argento movie, from the fake blood that looks like a clumsy mix of ketchup and red paint, to the gleefully gory gore (nobody makes it look more fun and more un-Hollywood than he does), to people dressing up like the Tom Tom Club when possessed, down to every last campy, Argento-verse second.