What a way to start off my entire month of horror for October. Being the eternal black sheep of one of the greatest (and most dis-jointed) horror franchises deserves gold stars in it's own right. It's not easy being chastised as an outcast, especially when you're always compared to the likes of the legendary original Texas Chainsaw Massacre film, but even against it's sequel starring Dennis Hopper it's just downright abysmal. How Matthew McConaughey and Renee Zellweger got roped into this mess of a Texas sequel is beyond me, but I know right off the bat they would rather forget it. It's difficult to really understand what's even happening in this movie as it plays out, what with Vilmer's robotic leg, massive box of remotes that somehow all control it (even though most of the batteries are dead) a douche-bag high school jock that doesn't seem to notice or smell a decaying body in the bathtub when he finds the bathroom and takes a piss. And there's much more added to this vortex of an equation when some random french guy in a suit and tie shows up at the house in a limo, lick's Jenny's face, shows her his weird stomach ring things and walks out. I don't get it. And if you watch it, neither will you. At least tomorrow I have a classic coming up. Can't wait.
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