Dir: Kim Henkel
This perplexingly banal send-up of the series from its original creator pits a group of swiftly disposable teens against a bizarre new family of chainsaw-wielding murderers. That's really all there is, plotwise. Renée Zellweger runs around and screams. Matthew McConaughey runs after her and screams even more (by Christ, he's such an irritating hack actor; how on Earth did he get famous?). Some guy called Robert Jacks plays Leatherface, but he doesn't do a lot besides scream, run around and, uh, dress up as a woman. In drag, he's a deadringer for Kelly Osbourne; this is probably the scariest part of the movie. Otherwise, it's predictable, moronic stuff and devoid of thrills, gore or even the laughs it seems to be striving for with its, um, eccentric brand of black comedy. I have absolutely no clue what the ending (featuring a time-travelling Marilyn Burns cameo) is supposed to mean, but I detect it's some kind of surrealist private joke that the audience hasn't been let in on. Maybe I just don't understand the subtle nuances of Kim Henkel's Texan humour, but this is 83 minutes of my life that I will never see again and that saddens me a little. *
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