There are moments of intrigue in this sequel/reboot, as a young woman actualizes her frustrations with life through bloodlust and the general notion that seemingly respectable society contains figures far more evil than a maniac like Leatherface. But these themes have been explored in other horror films much more capably. John Luessenhop's incompetent direction dashes any hope that this might be even slightly unnerving or thoughtful. He has no idea how to establish space on-screen and kills the mood with bright lighting and lame gore. The acting is so hideous, the plot holes so gaping and the editing so choppy, it's hard not to take a little pleasure in seeing such a mess attempt to pass itself off as another Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Ultimately, it's not even that this vanishes in the shadow of infinitely more accomplished works by Tobe Hooper or Marcus Nispel; it would be awful by any standard.
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