Loud, noisy, obnoxious, irritating, and psychotic. That's how I'd describe this movie. It was headache inducing, mind boggling, and brain scrambling. Did there have to be so much yelling, screaming, and overall inanity? The massacre family--dad, brother, and Leatherface--were in constant incoherence.
The main victim--let's talk about the main victim really quick. Why did she even pursue the massacre family to their digs? What was she going to do anyway? This is not like it was the days of cell phones where she could follow and call the authorities. At best she finds their hideout and informs the police later. At worst, she's their dinner. The risk was not worth the reward.
And Dennis Hopper's character, what was his deal? He went after the massacre family armed with chainsaws!?! This is Texas man. Bring a gun. Heck, bring three.
This movie was yelling, screaming, and bad decisions. Sounds like a frat party except bloodier.
The main victim--let's talk about the main victim really quick. Why did she even pursue the massacre family to their digs? What was she going to do anyway? This is not like it was the days of cell phones where she could follow and call the authorities. At best she finds their hideout and informs the police later. At worst, she's their dinner. The risk was not worth the reward.
And Dennis Hopper's character, what was his deal? He went after the massacre family armed with chainsaws!?! This is Texas man. Bring a gun. Heck, bring three.
This movie was yelling, screaming, and bad decisions. Sounds like a frat party except bloodier.