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I was reluctant to even write anything about director David Blue Garcia’s take on the tale of a man and his Black & Decker best friend, as merely mentioning that there is a new Texas Chainsaw Massacre out there in the world might draw some curious viewers or completists to it, and we would not wish that on anyone. Stop draining the canon for every ounce of Caro syrup that it’s worth. (You’ll spot “homages” to The Shining, Halloween ’78 and a few other staples of a youth spent in video stores and conventions.) Stop exploiting fandom, nostalgia and brand recognition for your lazy, piss-poor attempts to make a name for yourself on the backs of your genre ancestors. Stop thinking that by referencing other classic horror movies in addition to the legacy you’re already pilfering somehow makes you clever.
THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE THE ROLLING STONES SERIES
(And even Green’s revitalized series couldn’t sustain its momentum.) Stop bringing back old stars for easy in-jokes and cameos for every ingenious revisiting of longtime final girls and famous gore-cinema lunatics a la David Gordon Green’s 2018 Halloween, there are dozens upon dozens of examples where trotting out the recognizable faces of yesteryear registers as empty fan-service gestures. 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. Stop giving them endless, belated sequels, or prequels, or “requels.” Stop ginning up weak origin stories for the boogeymen at the center of them. No, the message is something that’s been abundantly clear for a good long while, and that this latest corpse-humping of Tobe Hooper’s 1974 gritty, grotty, proto-slasher nightmare proves, beyond a shadow of a doubt, needs to now be treated as common sense. It’s not even “We came, we chainsawed, we conquered.”
THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE THE ROLLING STONES SKIN
It’s not that the best masks can be made from the skin of a recently deceived loved one. 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.
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