If they gave out an Academy Award for best performance by a silent harlequin in a white clown suit who can mime a giggle fit while slicing people’s faces off (don’t try this at home — the slicing or the silent laughing), the award would be a lock for Art the Clown, the mascot of beyond-anything-you’ve-ever-seen slasher mayhem who’s the depraved mascot/killer of “Terrifier 3.” Art the Clown is to Freddy and Jason and Michael Myers what the Sex Pistols were to the Who and the Stones: their scandalous culmination, their punk end point.
