Tobe Hooper’s original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre still cuts the competition to the bone.
It still cuts the competition to the bone.
All of them have earned their right to be here, either by standing on the shoulders of giants or wildly impaling creatures of the night.
With an enviable, well-stocked cast of character thespians and a carefully dilapidated motel set, Eaten Alive is all ingredients, no recipe.
Eaten Alive doesn’t fuck with your head like Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre films.
What separates the film from its predecessors is its anarchic, cynical hysteria—its bizarre and dark-as-hell gallows humor.