Brandon Bzduch’s review published on Letterboxd:
The cinematic equivalent of a slaughterhouse.
A viscious assault on the senses.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is the epitome of horror. Gritty, brutal, and expertly crafted. The world of this film feels like a fever dream, smoldering and dry, with flies buzzing around its many decomposing animal carcasses. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre shows no sign of aging, it’s more visceral and intense than nearly any other to come before or after. It’s been said to death, but the lack of on screen violence, paired with the constant threat of violence, frenzied performances, and brutal implications make for a dizzying crescendo of panic which culminates in the most heart racing finale I’ve ever witnessed in a horror film. The final chase feels hopeless and intense, this poor girl has been through the definition of hell, and her performance reflects that. You feel every moment, and it leaves the viewer drained.
Truly masterful indie filmmaking. This is, in my opinion, the greatest “true” horror film ever made.