There is a sequence set in a crowded department store during a “Santa photo op” that is the most uncomfortable I have ever been in a theater. You know Art is going to strike. The camera lingers on the screaming children. On the oblivious parents. On the mall Santa sweating nervously.

When the hammer finally drops (literally—he uses a fire axe this time), the theater erupted in a mix of screaming and laughter. The kills are creative, mean-spirited, and go on just long enough to make you feel guilty for watching.

Then he pulls out a ball-peen hammer.

Terrifier 3 May 2026

There is a sequence set in a crowded department store during a “Santa photo op” that is the most uncomfortable I have ever been in a theater. You know Art is going to strike. The camera lingers on the screaming children. On the oblivious parents. On the mall Santa sweating nervously.

When the hammer finally drops (literally—he uses a fire axe this time), the theater erupted in a mix of screaming and laughter. The kills are creative, mean-spirited, and go on just long enough to make you feel guilty for watching.

Then he pulls out a ball-peen hammer.