Relationship-troubled couple Michelle (Kate Hodge) and Ryan (William Butler)
are driving across the USA, bringing the car of Michelle’s dad to Florida. Right
now, they are smack dab in the middle of Nowhere, Texas.
Some time after passing a police investigation digging up a mass grave, they
end up at a gas station in the middle of the desert, meet a reasonably friendly
and charming cowboy (Viggo Mortensen) and find themselves threatened with a
shotgun by the crazy gas station owner (Joe Unger), which drives them to flight
on a rather suspect road, chased by someone in a truck who throws a
dead dog at them. Then follows a hectic attempt to change one of their car’s
tires with only a flashlight for lighting; and a head on collision with the car
of the improbable Benny (Ken Foree, hooray). Improbable, because he’s a black
survivalist, and an actually decent guy to boot. Be that as it may, this is a
very bad place for anyone to crash one’s car, and soon everyone is hunted by
good old Leatherface (R.A. Mihailoff) and his new and improved cannibal family.
Unpleasantness ensues.
I think Jeff Burr’s sequel to/reboot of the original Texas Chainsaw
Massacre based on a script by David J. Schow (perhaps known to you as the
guy who coined the term Splatterpunk, and a pretty fine writer of fiction) is
rather unfairly maligned. Of course, this film doesn’t have the visceral punch
of Hooper’s original, and it didn’t change (or try to change) the direction of
the horror film as a whole, but then, if I’d set the hurdle a genre film has to
jump this high, I’d hardly ever get to enjoy one. For a New Line Cinema – “the
place where horror franchises go to die” was their motto, I believe - horror
sequel this is surprisingly engaging stuff.
I’ve read in various places online (hopefully not all working from the same
wrong source) that Schow’s initial concept for the script was to treat the plot
as the truth behind the urban legend that then created the Hooper original,
which explains why Leatherface here has a new family that sort of but not
completely resembles the old one, and why the parallels and nods towards the
original play out as they do. It doesn’t explain a starting text scroll that
suggests the first film did indeed happen (Schow, the scroll, and I prefer to
pretend the Hooper’s second TCM never happened, which is good for
everyone’s sanity), but I’d bet that’s just useless studio meddling,
particularly since the “truth behind the massacre” idea makes perfect sense if
you ignore that scroll. In any case, Schow delivers a playful but generally not
campy variation of the original, including some elements that look glaringly
late-80s/early 90s horror to my eyes. This works particularly well in the film’s
first half or so, somewhat less so – yet still enough - in the finale when
things become a bit too late-80s/early 90s action movie to be taken seriously
anymore, and not at all in the pretty damn stupid final five minutes. But all in
all the plot makes sense, and the film flows.
It does so of course also because Jeff Burr is one of the truly capable
journeyman filmmakers of this particular time in the genre, with a nice hand for
suspense – and much of Leatherface is focused on suspense and hits
thriller beats more than strict horror ones – and the ability and knowledge to
shoot relatively generic scenes in ways that aren’t always totally generic and
obvious. This may not sound like much of an achievement but it really puts
Leatherface miles above most horror sequels of its time. It feels like
the work of people with a degree of respect for their audience and the genre
they are working in, and that’s not at all something you can expect from any
kind of sequel.
If I were in a criticizing mind, I’d remark that the glossy sheen of
filmmaking of this time doesn’t jibe too well with the grime the material asks
for but I’m not in that kind of mood tonight.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
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