Julius Banzon’s review published on Letterboxd:
The purest horror. I get it. Probably the single most effective utilization of the terror of the unknown. You reach almost a sublime state by the end, faced with mortality and feckless heroes and the contempt of the universe and death throes. Their cycles of acceptance and denial are emotional lifetimes enough to fill several movies, and this bit of improvisational cinema manages it in one with an effortless editorial hand. I am cool with this being called the most terrifying movie ever made. Chain Saw's too classical, too Aristotelian. This goes right for the gut.