So, Tobe Hooper is exec producer (aka the boss) on this prequel-prequel, which "so smartly" tries to make you believe a fat, dumb kid is the young Leatherface... But he isnt. Cause *SPOILER* it's the nice kid. They try so hard. And here goes all logic out the window. HOW can this guy, about the size of a girl, blast up to be a humungeous giant in later movies? Seen away from the fact that Thomas "Leather" Hewitt is presented as a dimwitted killing machine in the former movies, but here he is talkative and "charming" (until "the twist"). A predictable, boring road movie about cons on the run, were they even squeeze in a "homeage" to Natural Born Killers with the most obnoxious couple ever seen. Sex while kissing a corpse... who wrote this garbage? And how did Tobe Hooper greenlit it, with so many stupid timeline errors to the 2 former movies? Like... I dunno... Thomas Hewitt was found in a dumbster as a baby and "adopted" by the lunactic Hewitt family. In this movie he lives with another crazy family, and is forcefed a chainsaw on a neighbour who assumaly stole a pig? His name isnt even Thomas in the movie. Utter bollocks, and probably one of the worst script ever, only capitalising on Texas Chainsaw recognition. Then came Netflix, and made an even worse movie...
Review of Leatherface
