Fred 3: Camp Fred is a marvel of modern cinema. Fred Figglehorn and Camp Iwannapeepee are all impressive in their own right, with the subtle implication that Fred was murdered for dealings with the Colombian drug cartel with the camp serving as his personalized hell being very compelling storypieces. However, the real star of the show is Fred’s mom, who brings an air of charisma and sexiness rarely attempted in film. Truthfully, the movie was difficult to focus on as every second without her on screen was spent waiting for her vivacious body to reappear and wrack my body with orgasmic bliss once again. I really hope the pre-teens in the theater couldn’t hear me moaning, but the few parents in the theater were doing the same, so they likely didn’t notice. However, if I had to nitpick the parts without Fred’s bombshell of a mother, it’d be that the miscarriage scene was a bit too telegraphed to be shocking, and Fred’s voice became annoying after a short time. Therefore, I can only award the film 4 stars, but if the film focused more on Fred’s mother’s dumptruck ass, I’d give the film 6 stars. Slight misstep on the director’s part, but a fantastic film nonetheless!