Wow. Did I really just witness that? I don’t know what to say. TEXAS CHAINSAW 3-D is dumber than a sack of hammers. It’s so hilariously punch drunk that it left me giddy. I believe it’s magically moronic and if you can add numbers together, you’ll agree. I could go on and on with everything that’s ridiculously wrong with this movie but I decree today that if paid screenwriters are allowed to slack off so brazenly then certainly unpaid me can too! O.K, you and I both know that I enjoyed every shoddy second of it. It made me giggle like vandalism and I can’t help it if I have a chronic fetish for “research” scenes. The one in this movie is phenomenal in its redundancy. They cut back and forth to the final dolt reading the same information over and over again as giant random words appear on screen. It goes on forever and how am I supposed to resist that?
Sorry if that makes no sense, but I ‘m suffering from a contact high from over exposure to incomprehensibleness. Whatever. In the new world order this film is heralding, sense has no place. This movie is an insulting outrage and it’s also probably the most endearingly daffy horror sequel since FRIDAY THE 13TH: PART 7: THE NEW BLOOD. Save your dignity and stay home or gather your worst friends and go observe what’s destined to become a highly quotable (“Do your thing, cuz!”, “Ladies make-up? What a fruitcake!”) camp classic. I’ll be over here cackling like a lunatic wondering if I dreamt the whole thing and counting the days until I can force poor long suffering Aunt John to watch this heap at home. Oh geez, now I know exactly how Sally felt at the end of the original film! It’s all so horrible that I can’t stop laughing. But at least I got away! Didn’t I?