The sequel to the 1974 horror classic is directed by David Blue Garcia, and stars Nell Hudson and Eighth Grade's Elsie Fisher. It's set in the present day and ...
He was also a total d**k. I surprisingly loved the two sisters, and THAT BUS SCENE." It’s mean and bloody with sone great practical effects and it works on the traditional slasher level. Look past the weird real estate plot line which it felt like a poke at a reversed Leith anyway. Feels like something from the early— Brad Henderson (@BradFHenderson) pic.twitter.com/IqGFvQaCk0 February 19, 2022 just logic & realism thrown out the window. It's not just critics who have panned it either.
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Heck, I may even welcome a sequel to it – before the inevitable next reboot. David Blue Garcia is technically adept, and this film is definitely among the most attractive entries to date – even if the rough, unpolished presentation was a big part of the first one’s charm. Like with Laurie Strode, it seems the makers wanted to rebrand her as a badass survivalist forged by the flames of her adversary and trauma. For a slasher, this isn’t unexpected: they walk a tricky line between making the characters likeable to hang with, but not so likeable we grieve them. He gives scare scenes a visceral energy and gets the most from the Bulgarian countryside (to be fair, while I knew it wasn’t Texas, I had to Google to learn it was Europe). What’s more, there are some decent enough kills for the gorehounds among us – perhaps more than the last few films combined. For a slasher, this isn’t unexpected: they walk a tricky line between making the characters likeable to hang with, but not so likeable we grieve them. She has very little to do beyond look intense and speak in platitudes about slaying her demons: the sort of person you can imagine referring to “the incident” in conversation, and you won’t be interested enough to ask a follow-up. I know he’s been done to death, but 2017’s Leatherface at least showed there are different ways of interpreting the character: is he mentally ill, a man-child or a psychopath? Unfortunately, Melody, her sister Lila (Fisher), Dante, and his girlfriend Ruth (Hudson) have invited a tonne of other bratty rich kids to buy up their properties. As fate would have it, some hip, young influencers have just acquired the smalltown of Harlow – clearly a backlot – where he’s been hiding in the local orphanage under the eye of an elderly woman called Mrs Mc. After an altercation between her and Melody (Yarkin) and Dante (Latimore), who claim ownership of her place, she collapses of a heart attack. The familiar voice of John Larroquette fills us in on the 48-year-old backing story, reminding viewers about the ill-fated trip Sally Hardesty and her friends took into The Lone Star State. Now a local legend and the inspiration for much tacky merch, the whereabouts of Leatherface remain unknown. Eventually, every franchise stops using numbers – either because the chronology has gotten too messy, with numerous timelines, or it becomes embarrassing trying to make people see a movie with a number greater than 6 in the title.
Tobe Hooper's original Texas Chain Saw Massacre is certainly not a flawless movie. It doesn't even spell “chainsaw” correctly! But what that motley crew of ...
That elusive quality lives somewhere between the grisliness of a seeming snuff film and the inexplicable beauty of Leatherface swinging his chainsaw in the morning sun like it’s his lover. It’s a desperate and crude grasp at something approaching relevancy that ultimately has no more value than shamelessly juxtaposing memories of real life massacres inside a high school with the movie’s own giddy slaughter as Leatherface butchers a bus full of kidz these days caricatures in a sequence that is clearly meant to elicit high fives from the audience. Indeed, the only hint of a character arc in the piece pivots on Fisher’s Lila being revealed to be the survivor of a school shooting. By returning the first victim who got away to him, Netflix’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre reminds the viewer that we’re watching a geriatric serial killer chasing down victims who could be his grandkids. As originally played by Gunnar Hansen in the ’74 film, there is a perverse element of dark comedy and even tragedy about Leatherface, a mama’s boy who is playing the role of mama for his family full of cannibals. The inclusion of Sally, and the frankly dubious development of her being both a gunslinger and so obsessed with Leatherface that she even bought the old farmhouse she almost died in five decades ago, is a poor attempt to mimic the success David Gordon Green and Blumhouse Pictures enjoyed by bringing Jamie Lee Curtis back for the 2018 Halloween reboot.
An effectively gnarly Netflix follow-up to the 1974 original has Gen Zs trying to turf the bloodthirsty southern killer out of a derelict town.
It has never been a series steeped in particularly complex mythology – a silent lug kills and cuts up outsiders while wearing a mask made of human skin – but the exhausting attempts to resurrect and retell have expanded and confused the universe to a point of exasperated weariness. It’s as remarkably stupid as it sounds and the ebulliently vile, shockingly staged carnage that follows feels tailor-made for eye-rolling older viewers, even if some original fans might find the brief lapse into absurdist comedy a little jarring. Following in the sluggish footsteps of Michael Myers, who stabbed his way back to relevance in 2018 after we were insisted upon to ignore the mostly heinous Halloween sequels (H20 remains an underrated bright spot) and allow for a clean slate, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre series is going down a similar retcon route.
David Blue Garcia's Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022) is finally upon us. And the best part is that it's waiting for you over on your Netflix account right now!
Mark Burnham in 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre.' Yana Blajeva / Legendary/Netflix. There's a very important message embedded in this brand new, fresh-off-the-chopping ...
For the love of Leatherface, leave this massacre alone once and for all. It’s not that you should always keep a chainsaw hidden in your bedroom wall, should you potentially need to use it on some pesky twentysomethings in the near future. Stop draining the canon for every ounce of Caro syrup that it’s worth. Stop slapping “a new beginning” or “the next generation” after the title — every era of teenagers may deserve to get their own encounters with hall-of-fame screen killers, but simply using fresh blood as a fresh coat of paint on a vintage title without adding anything to the proceedings is unimaginative. It’s not that hipsters should ixnay gentrifying ghost towns in the dustier corners of the Lone Star state, even if one of them is a celebrity chef and their idea of revitalizing a long-abandoned main street with a hoity-toity bistro will attract tourists. There’s a very important message embedded in this brand new, fresh-off-the-chopping-block version of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and it’s one that should be carved crudely in stone with whatever sharp instrument you have on hand, mechanized or otherwise.
The Netflix slasher joins an unfortunate trend in horror: “legacy sequels” that fail to capture what made the classics so special.
Of course, the franchise’s legacy will remain basically unchanged by this latest flop; soon enough, surely, some other attempt will spring up to bring back Leatherface. But each effort only adds to the original’s mystique: As simple as its thrills might seem, they can’t be replicated. They’re Austin transplants traveling to a small town in Texas to claim a derelict property as part of some gentrification scheme. Leatherface, played by Mark Burnham here, is supposed to be the same character as in the first film, only decades older. While Green’s film largely succeeded on all those fronts, becoming a smash hit, Garcia’s feels unnecessary and anonymous, leaning on crass visual shocks while failing to match the unsparing brutality of its lodestar. If it makes the kind of unforgettable impact that The Texas Chain Saw Massacre did, the follow-ups will never end. Of course, if a horror film is even a mild success, it cannot be left to stand alone; eventually a sequel will follow, even if it’s direct-to-video schlock.
Once again, there's a sequel that skips all the previous films and remakes but the first movie, and it's designed to center the story of a survivor. In this ...
Worst of all is how forgettable Sally’s arc becomes, a half-assed version of the Laurie Strode vengeance narrative from Green’s “Halloween” movie. The idea of city folk who don’t understand what waits for them when they leave the safety of their home is common in horror and was partially defined by Hooper’s film, but this one adds nothing new. It’s clear as day that the producers of “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” saw David Gordon Green’s 2018 reboot of “Halloween” and thought they could accomplish the same kind of comeback for Leatherface. Once again, there’s a sequel that skips all the previous films and remakes but the first movie, and it’s designed to center the story of a survivor. It turns out that she’s the Norma Bates of this situation, and when she’s forced from her home, her son Leatherface ( Mark Burnham) goes on a rampage. (I’m not kidding.) Melody ( Sarah Yarkin), her sister Lila ( Elsie Fisher), and their friend Dante ( Jacob Latimore) have come to the middle of nowhere in Harlow, Texas to renovate the small town. Everything about David Blue Garcia’s film is “sorta just barely” (other than the gore, which is impressive). It’s one of those projects that’s clearly been through the wringer in terms of production—there were stories of a replaced directing team and horrible test screenings—and yet it feels like it was doomed from the beginning.
Netflix's legacy sequel, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, ends with this character unexpectedly surviving at the end. How did they manage to do that?
The reason for the same can simply be chalked up to plot contrivance, as well as the need for him to survive for the sequel. After being dormant for 50 years, Leatherface kills again, and not out of obedience to a cannibalistic family but rather out of a need to avenge his dead caregiver. Netflix’s legacy sequel to Tobe Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre brings millennials into the mix, who bear the brunt of Leatherface’s killing rampage after they arrive in Harlow to revamp the place.
David Blue Garcia, who came up as a cinematographer, talks the pressures of following in the footsteps of an iconic property, reflects on one of its ...
And of course, there’s that teaser at the end of the film, so there’s definitely a future to explore.” When asked about the already social media famous shot of Leatherface popping up in a field of sunflowers, Garcia said it was “happenstance,” the result of location scouting with Burnham in his Leatherface getup. Sometimes I would have to clear the set so that they could go in and air it out and sterilize it for safety reasons.” But much of their story runs parallel to the hippie teenagers in the original, searching for roots and home in an America that was becoming increasingly divided by the Vietnam War, only to become trespassers themselves and find themselves in the midst of a different, though no less brutal horror. I think in the end it was worth it.” Garcia admits that he was pleasantly surprised by how malleable Bulgaria proved to be in terms of its ability to bring his home state to life, though he says, “a real Texan will, of course, notice the details that were off.” There is a cycle of violence at play Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one that ties Hooper’s film to Garcia’s together. Sally, now a local sheriff who has waited fifty years to take her revenge on Leatherface, has no compunctions about bearing arms once the trail of body parts start. Garcia managed to muster the courage to turn the television back on and the film carved an impression into him. Garcia admits that despite having seen all the Texas Chainsaw films at one point or another, he doesn’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of the franchise. Interestingly enough, Garcia didn’t shoot Texas Chainsaw Massacre in Texas. Instead, the film was shot in Bulgaria, the second entry in the franchise to do so following 2017’s Leatherface, a prequel to Hooper’s original. “My first encounter with the movie was on cable.