Return of The Living Dead 3

Return of the Living Dead 3 is an American romantic-horror film released in 1993. It was directed by Brian Yuzna and was written by John Penney. The film stars Melinda Clarke as Julie Walker, J. Trevor Edmond as Curt Reynolds, Kent McCord as Col. John Reynolds and Basil Wallace as Riverman. Return of the Living Dead 3 is the second sequel to Return of the Living Dead (1985) but bears little resemblance to its predecessors as it drops the comedy of those films, and replaces it with a more horror/sci-fi aspect, and a dark romantic theme. The Trioxin substance from previous films also carry over, however but with different effects from previous films in the series. These zombies run rather than walking or limping and are not fixed on eating brains.

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