It says it right on the cover-"It takes all kinds of critters to make farmer Vincent's fritters." The one tag line that anyone that has ever seen this film ever remembers. And for good reason. For Farmer Vincent's fritters, it really does take all kinds of critters. Such as that weird ass garden comprised of people that he has crossed paths with and has decided to add to such proceedings to be curated and turned into meat for his jerky. And whatever else he sells as "fritters". This film really is an all out imitator of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but really, it's more of it's own thing. I've always been kind of thrown off by the scene where Vincent uses that hypnoist-ray-thing to keep the people in the garden subdued so they don't try to escape. He's got it all figured out-he even takes out their voice boxes so they can't talk or cry out for help. Ingenious. A true cult classic in pretty much every aspect of the word, Motel Hell is a cult horror classic that must be viewed at least once by even the most curious. The final scene with Vincent wearing a pig head and wielding a giant chainsaw is what this shit is all about. Sweet Onion Teriyaki, please.
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