"Creed III" this is not. In this farrago, the vulgar topic of "pussy" usurps the place of honest fear, signaling a degradation of genre into the language of podcasts and adolescent bravado. Setting up character and place is useless. One is instead forced to listen to a polyglot chorus of regional dialects emanating from actors tragically miscast. What follows isn't horror, but the crass spectacle of bodily appetites celebrated like some avant-garde, standing "ovation." To crown this wretched excess, an asinine vampire dance-off defiles the cinematic art with capering inanity and cultural appropriations of Irish stereotypes. Delroy Lindo's talent languishes in this dreck. Where John Carpenter offered existential dread, Coogler proffers only a hormone-soaked, shamelessly stupid abyss.