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Director: Marcus Nispel
Screenplay: Scott Kosar
Cast: Jessica Biel (as Erin); Jonathan
Tucker (as Morgan); Erica Leerhsen (as Pepper); Mike Vogel (as Andy); Eric
Balfour (as Kemper); Andrew Bryniarski (as Leatherface); R. Lee Ermey (as Sheriff
Hoyt)
A Night of a Thousand Horror (Movies) #89

The film's very different from
the original. A van of five young adults including Jennifer Biel are travelling through Texas like the first film,
going to a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert
here, only to pick up a disturbed woman who shoots herself in the back seats.
Distressed, their search for a sheriff leads them to meeting a deranged cannibalistic
clan in the southern countryside, the result even in context of the original
film being very ghoulish, (just
around the time of Rob Zombie and his film debut House of 1000 Corpses (2003)), but a mess in terms of wanting to be
an extreme horror movie but being a Michael
Bay produced Platinum Dunes
production with music video slickness and little else. So effectively it's a
remake of Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(1990), where here a character can have their leg hooped off and be hung on
a meat hook over a saloon bar piano in a ridiculously waterlogged basement, but
the whole thing comes off as a theme park ride that would've been closed down
by health inspectors. It's a production, consistent in all the films so far in
the series, that you have to admire the design of in all its rancid glory,
including cinematography from the original DP of the original 1974 film Daniel Pearl, but find the result breeze
past as a movie with no bite.
The film tries its hardest but
completely forgets to be actually scary or disturbing, the only real fright in
realising at this point, whilst the first two films had the sense of pure
Southern Gothic to them, how bigoted this particular film feels depicting
southern rednecks, as disturbed, visually ugly cannibals caked in dirt makeup,
everything else so stylishly murky and swollen in mess without coordination for
effective shocks that it feels stuck between glossiness and goofiness instead. Its
attempts to be repulsive feel like dangling fake entrails at the viewer without
the shock or viciousness required to make it so, and since it's so serious it
can't have fun like a Herschell Gordon Lewis
movie, and the casting of R. Lee Ermey
as a sinister sheriff doesn't lead to an iconic new horror figure but R. Lee Ermey repeating his role Full Metal Jacket (1987) but as a
perverted sociopath you see at one point, as a much older man, without no
trousers on. Worse, Leatherface is merely a figure in the background who
appears with his chainsaw but has little beyond this of interest, none of the
interactions between the Leatherface family members from previous films to keep
the worst parts buoyant, merely stereotypes of white trail trash that are crass
and with little personality between them to latch onto. The only piece of
emotional pull that film has, which shows how this is still clearly a horror
film made by committee, is that there's a baby for Jessica Biel, a non-entity with the lack of character to go from
beyond a cowboy hat and love for Lynyrd
Skynyrd, to rescue. Because of this even Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (1994) looks great in
comparison.
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