The only thing more gag inducing than sitting down to watch a movie that you know includes cannibalism is seeing 'The Weinstein Company' as the first slide in the opening credits.
About halfway through, I found myself wondering if they would ever stop singing, craving a cigarette madly.
The South shall rise again. Preferably with a taste for human flesh.
Robert Englund stars in this remake of Two Thousand Maniacs! - H. G. Lewis' classic tale of Confederate Cannibalism. The story is essentially the same - Brigadoon plus Blood Feast. Eight Northerners get lost on their way to Spring Break and opt to join a Civil War Anniversary Celebration. It doesn't take much more than the promise of dirty barnyard sex and free moonshine to get kids to forget all about Spring Break, does it?
How did she fit that gun in her vag? Furthermore, once she got it up there, how did she get it to stay there?
Although there are many other fascinating topics of conversation that I could expound upon relating to the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - there's only one that comes to mind again and again. My mouth dropped down to the floor when the hitchhiker pulled a gun out of her crotch, put the barrel in her mouth and pulled the trigger. Un. Fucking. Believable.
On the surface, Motel Hell is exactly what it seems to be - an amalgam of earlier slasher flicks; The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Last House on the Left, etc. - but as you watch, there are moments that are just so strange that they defy explanation.
Saturday night, flipping through the cable guide, trying to find something suitable to watch. After vacillating between Willard and Equilibrium, my husband passed by Wrong Turn. I stopped him and demanded that he go back and we read the description. He said that he didn't think this would be the type of thing I would want to watch. I asked him how long he had known me and what part of "cannibalistic hillbillies" did he think I wouldn't be interested in?
It was on again last night. How could I not watch Renée Zellweger's finest film?
Truthfully, I view this as her finest film. Normally, I can't stand the squinty eyed little rat, but she's not so bad when she's being chased around by a chainsaw.
Oh GOD, this movie pissed me off so much.
First off, I know it's useless to compare a film to its literary counterpart. I know. Trust me, I know...Everyone's first instinct is to point out the little differences and favorite parts that were cut out. It's to be expected when you turn a 1,000 page, hell, even a 300 hundred page book into a 90-120 minute film, something's got to go. But with Hannibal...they took away the entire meaning of the book!