A scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.Yana Blajeva/Legendary/Courtesy of Netflix

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Directed by David Blue Garcia

Written by Chris Thomas Devlin

starring Mark Burnham, Sarah Yarkin, Elsie Fisher and Olwen Fouéré

Classification R; 93 minutes

streaming on Netflix starting Feb. 18

Critics Pick

For those easily disappointed, here’s something for you. Texas Chainsaw Massacre is what it says it is. You have your Texas, your chainsaw, your massacre. A sunflower field is covered in blood. Creaking boards are stepped upon. Terrorized young people lose their heads. What else could one want or expect?

Set in a dusty ghost town, this unsettling film has ghosts for thousands. Not spirits in the apparitional sense, these are echoes of the past. Texas Chainsaw Massacre is the excellently gnarly sequel to 1974′s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, a classic genre that spawned a sprawling franchise of violent video games and grisly film adaptations. The empire centers on a spree killer dubbed Leatherface who uses a chainsaw for things other than mundane woodcutting tasks.

Olwen Fouéré as Sally Hardesty in Texas Chainsaw Massacre.Yana Blajeva/Legendary/Courtesy of Netflix

David Blue Garcia’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre acknowledges the original Tobe Hooper-directed by bringing back John Larroquette to narrate the opening of the film, as he did in 1974. A sepia-toned news brief is meant to heighten the fright by establishing a true-crime conceit.

Beyond the Larroquette-voiced narrator and the maniac Leatherface, the other character brought back is Sally Hardesty, the lone survivor of the first massacre. She’s played by Olwen Fouéré now – a hardboiled cowgirl hellbent on avenging the slaughter of her friends from her all those decades ago. (Think Jamie Lee Curtis’s character in last year’s Halloween Killsbut with a southern drawl.) Sally keeps a snapshot of the old gang on her to keep the bloodlust alive.

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The screenplay here is based on a story developed by Fede Álvarez and Rodo Sayagues, the creative team behind 2013′s Evil Dead and 2016′s Don’t Breathe. It begins with a carload of young influencers arriving in the deserted Texas village of Harlow. They’re idealists, with a notion of revitalizing the ghost town. The mouthpiece of the group is Dante. Fans of 14th-century Italian poetry will be hip to the allusion.

Tension spikes almost immediately. There’s a dispute with an old woman over the ownership of a house. She lives there with her large adult son, Leatherface – a psycho, in the parlance of Hitchcock. Distressed over her possible eviction of her, the woman succumbs to a fatal heart attack.

Elsie Fisher as Lila, Sarah Yarkin as Melody, Nell Hudson as Ruth and Jacob Latimore as Dante in Texas Chainsaw Massacre.Yana Blajeva/Legendary/Courtesy of Netflix

As any loving, mentally unstable offspring would do, Leatherface (played by Mark Burnham) cuts off the skin of his mother’s head and wears it like a shawl. After killing the people with him in the ambulance, he goes home and applies his mother’s makeup to him – talk about putting on one’s face. Then he looks for a handheld, gas-powered device to fulfill the film’s title.

Despite its gallons of O negative, Texas Chainsaw Massacre isn’t entirely senseless. The Leatherface character was apparently inspired by real-life murderer Ed Gein, who also wore masks made of human skin. I suppose it is an allegory of some kind.

The film’s protagonists are Melody, a young entrepreneur (played Sarah Yarkin), and her teenaged sister Lila (Elsie Fisher). A survivor of a gun-shooting mass murder at a school, Lila, like the haunted Sally, is a traumatized female victim of extreme toxic masculinity.

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre mostly stays in its gory lane – it’s not a mainstream-crossover candidate in the vein of Jordan Peele’s high-class horror films get-out and Us. Still, it’s a slash above the norm. The pacing is perfect – you don’t need a chainsaw to cut the tension, any knife (or corkscrew, as it turns out) will do.

The howling metallic soundscape by Montreal-based musician Colin Stetson is superb. And while the film thankfully doesn’t resort to jokey moments meant for the Clearasil set, a bus scene with a bunch of cellphone photographers is hilarious and slick in its commentary.

In a franchise rife with missteps, this sequel does not dishonor its source. Hats off (and heads off) to the film’s creators.

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