

Oh fuck.







In case you were wondering about the axe talent of these humpbacked hillfolk:

The tagline-as-title is a delicacy, and they nailed it here with LEFT FOR DEAD.
It's no mystery why the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) format has legs. Scrap up some inbred mutant retards who'd rather torture beautiful women than have sex with them, and I assure you you'll put pervs in seats, given your gore-game is tight.

The Massacre's campy, 80s-baby brother:

Wes Craven responded to the competition in 1977:

Every once in a while a poster like this can cause me an ineffable sense of guilt. Despite the obvious exploitation of a man with Hypohidrotic Ectodermal Dysplasia, this poster just looks so innocent when compared to 21st century horror.

In the case of this 2006 remake, you've got a total barf-fest on your hands, and there's really no jokes in there to keep your corn-n-twizzler combo down. Actually, I took a girl to this movie on a first date... Yes, my little idiots, you've correctly surmised there was indeed no second date.





















