Up to this point, the state of Texas has experienced so many chainsaw massacres that it is surprising that this powerful tool has not been banned.
In David Blue Garcia’s “Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” the blade is more active than ever. But while Leatherface, the murder’s mastermind who creates masks from the skins of his victims, may be busier, his capacity for fear has diminished considerably. In sympathy, cinematographer Ricardo Diaz imbued with a rare moment of calm with stunning frenzy as Leatherface’s figures, alone, cross a field of dead sunflowers, the gaunt figure of he was dwarfed by a purple sky.
Setting the tension between the instantly familiar red and blue, the film transports four young entrepreneurs (Sarah Yarkin, Nell Hudson, Elsie Fisher, and Jacob Latimore) to a small, mostly deserted town. Their mission is gentrification, their destination is a Confederate flag-flying property and the home of a withered cane (a cheerful damn Alice Krige). A monstrous, gun-wielding local (Moe Dunford, more nuanced than the silly scenario requires) seems to be the town’s only other non-fanatic resident.
“Why are you a nihilist?” a newbie asked, because that’s how townsfolk talk to armed strangers. The dialogue, thankfully, is soon overtaken by incoherence, building into a noisy carnage, bus carnage, and the film’s only stab at humor. Flashing back to an earlier mass trauma that one of the newcomers finds uncomfortable, but the return of Sally, the lone survivor of the first film (now played by Olwen Fouéré), feels exactly.
Having waited nearly 50 years to bring in his monster, Sally shouldn’t be surprised to see him, like so many failed children, living with his version of a mother the whole time.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Rated R. It’s right there in the title, guys. Running time: 1 hour 21 minutes. Watch on Netflix.
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