Three sequels, a remake, a prequel to the remake, and now another sequel. What is it with chain saw massacres of the Texas variety? This latest mostly ignores the three intervening films (not a bad thing) and serves as more or less a direct follow-up to the 1974 original, the ending reimagined as a bloodbath in which only an infant girl escapes. Heather (Alexandra Daddario), that now-adult survivor, learns of her murderous ancestors, the Sawyer family, when a long-lost grandmother dies and leaves her the old homestead as an inheritance (don't get too hung up on dates, as this Heather of the Perpetually Bared Abdomen is clearly not pushing 40). Unfortunately, this bequest includes a certain skin-wearing, chain saw sporting maniac known as Leatherface. Credit writers Adam Marcus and Kirsten Elms with taking the story in a mildly surprising direction (the Sawyers aren't so much homicidal cannibals as they are the victims of rural small-mindedness). But discredit director John Luessenhop for giving us 3-D visuals reminiscent of Jaws 3-D: That slab of meat's coming right for us! Try as he might to honor the original—flashbulb transitions, a skeevy (yet buff) hitchhiker, metal doors, and meat hooks—there's little of its mounting dread. Instead, we get disembowelments and much action for the slaughterhouse. One surprise: an ending that leaves us with something rare for sequels: a sense of finality.
Director: John Luessenhop
Writer: Adam Marcus, Debra Sullivan, Kirsten Elms and Stephen Susco
Producer: Carl Mazzocone
Cast: Alexandra Daddario, Dan Yeager, Tremaine Neverson, Scott Eastwood, Tania Raymonde, Shaun Sipos, Keram Malicki-Sanchez, James MacDonald, Thom Barry and Paul Rae