That makes it a classic in my books. I love great film, and I love terrible film, and it's so rare that I get to enjoy them together.
|Yeah, that's Dennis Hopper. (Photo stolen from http://lifebetweenframes.blogspot.ca/2011/08/25-years-in-devils-playground.html)|
Our intrepid-ish heroes are quickly separated, and in what might be beautiful and elegant meta-symbolism but probably isn't, the plot then falls apart in almost exactly the same way the Sawyer's subterranean empire soon literally crumbles to dust. I'd be loathe to spoil the ending of this (Criterion-overlooked) masterpiece, but it's bonkers and inexplicable and awesome.
|"What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?" (Picture stolen from http://diaboliquemagazine.com/texas-chainsaw-massacre-ii-uk-blu-ray-review/)|
On the other hand, when The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 gets it right -- boy howdy, they get it right. I defy any woman who's walked alone down a dark alley or shared a bus stop with a creepy stranger to name a more unsettling scene than Chop Top's introduction. He's waiting on the radio station's couch when Stretch finishes a late-night set solo, and he's just polite enough, just sincere enough, that she second-guesses herself and doesn't haul ass out of there: "You're my fave," Chop Top simpers, requesting an autograph. Stretch strains to her breaking point, striving to stay polite for this frightening stranger. It's so much scarier than Leatherface waving a power saw. It feels as though it goes on forever. It's genius. It's terrifying. What's it doing in this movie?
|Paging Dr. Freud. (Photo stolen from http://www.comicvine.com/forums/off-topic-5/texas-chainsaw-massacre-2-a-review-1459973/)|