After a group of teens crash on the road, they wind up at the residence of a family of psychos and a single crazy person named Leatherface terrorizes the teens and picks them off, one by one. Renee Zellweger and Matthew McConaughey star in this awesome, so-bad-it’s-good slasher. The film was directed by one of the writers of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre that was released twenty years earlier. It is his only directorial credit. If you saw this movie, you would know why.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (Also titled The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre) has so much out-there stuff that I don’t think I can list all of it. McConaughey’s character (awesomely named Vilmer Slaughter) makes Nicholas Cage’s performance in the Wicker Man look subtle. Zellweger is just awful here, hot off the success of Jerry Macguire, she really makes a fool out of herself. Add to all of that the inexplicable decision to make Leatherface a transvestite and you have one of the strangest displays to ever grace the screen.
There are a few scenes in this movie that are pretty funny though. The ending, in particular, has some really great so-bad-their-good moments, like when Vilmer is decapitated by a propeller plane that comes out of nowhere, and when Leatherface precedes the closing credits with a silly chainsaw dance. In the world of classically fun bad movies however, this one is just too gross and oddly-executed to be fun to watch.
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