The plot is as worn out as an old Leatherface. The story makes sense for about the first 10 to 15 minutes and then it gets all Phantasm on us. Not so much a coherent story line, but a montage of torture, depravity, sex, drugs and rock and roll. An 88 minute psychedelic MTV no attention span long form video. Taking elements from the horror films that he grew up on and drawing inspiration from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Bloodsucking Freaks and Herschell Gordon Lewis to name a few, Mr. Zombie weaves a tale of carnage and leaves a trail of blood in its wake. We have seen this film many times before, from Motel Hell to Deranged. Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case killed the young meddling adults. Wrong place wrong time syndrome. Since the film falls into the Friday the 13th syndrome, we never get to know or care for the characters and therefore don’t have too much empathy when they do meet their ends.
Recipe for schlocky B Horror Flick:
1. 1 measure of a spooky Roadside attraction, with a creepy chicken sellin’, beer bellied, redneck clown.
2. Mix in a pair of unsuspecting curious young couples whom just happen to be writing a book on weird roadside attractions.
3. Add an unhealthy dash of the freakiest family since the Bradfords.
Bake for 88 minutes and you possibly might get a sequel. Mayber
I wanted to like this flick, I wanted to like this flick, I wanted to like this flick, and in some respects I did, but not enough for me to recommend it. There are truly some inspired moments of the macabre, some fancy schmancy cinematography, and a couple of legitimate scares, but in the end it was not a fulfilling ride and I felt somewhat cheated.
Directed by Rob Zombie
Cast: Erin Daniels, Jennifer Jostyn, Rainn Wilson, Chris Hardwick, Sid Haig, Sheri Moon, Bill Moseley, Karen Black, Dennis Fimple, Harrison Young, Tom Towles, Walter Phelan, William Bassett, Michael J. Pollard
2003 – 88 minutes
Rated: (for violence/gore, nudity, and language).