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The first time I saw "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (1974) was at the Scala in 1993,
along with "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer". At the time, I thought
it was pretty good, but I never realised just how fucking brilliant it
was until I borrowed Holly Cock's pirate copy!
What makes it
such a classic, I think, is that it happens to be genuinely horrific -
an accolade, it has to be said, which very few "horror" movies truly
deserve. But what is it that makes "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" such a
deeply disturbing experience? This is by no means an easy question to
answer; but having given it a lot of thought over the past fifteen
years, I think I can give it a shot.
First, it's an
incredibly simple story - no diversions, no subplots. A group of "kids"
drive out to a derelict house out in the middle of nowhere; where, one
by one, they are killed by "Leatherface", the retarded son of the
inbred psychotic family who live there. The surviving girl (Sally
Hardesty) is chased, caught and subjected to a barrage of abuse, both
physical and psychological; then, having broken free, she is chased
once more before making her escape by hitching a lift on the back of an
open-top truck. That's pretty much the story; and such extreme
simplicity is, I think, a good part of why it's so horrific - there's
no digression whatsoever - and so a tremendous feeling of intensity is
created.

Secondly,
the sense of horror so prevalent in TCM is very much due to its
plausibility; a strange quality, you may think, to ascribe to a film in
which a bunch of hippy kids are sliced to pieces by a maniac wearing a
mask made out of human skin. But everything which takes place in the
film is not only possible; it is not even particularly improbable. Of
course, being chopped to bits by a slasher maniac is not something
which happens every day. Nevertheless, TCM is plausible in this
respect, all well as all others, psychological as well as physical. In
particular, the psychological background of Leatherface's family is
treated with great care, with the progression from intelligent and
humane to retarded and psychotic made clear in the family lineage. A
lineage which runs from Leatherface's 120-year-old grandfather (a
slaughterhouse worker who has lost the ability to distinguish between
humans and animals) to his son,"The Cook" (who presents a face of
normality to the rest of the world, does distinguish between humans and
animals and has no problem with slaughtering either, yet "could never
get into the way of killing") to his grandson, Leatherface, who is
totally retarded and spends the film merrily carving his way through
the cast list of victims. Such attention to detail results in a chain
of events that, though utterly bizarre is completely credible and all
the more appalling as a result.
TCM is
remarkable, too, for its atmosphere of fatalism; a fatalism that adds
to the overall sense of horror. Again, the murderous, sociopathic
family are presented to us in such a way that it seems inevitable they
should include offspring such as Leatherface and The Hitchhiker, even
if it took them three generations to do so. And it is made painfully
clear, from very early on in, that Sally Hardesty, her invalid brother
Franklin, and their friends Jerry, Kirk and Pam are doomed to a bloody
fate; this despite Leatherface's father ("The Cook") telling them to
their face that "you boys don't wanna go messing around at that old
house. Some folks don't like it; and they don't mind showing you." To
which Franklin innocently replies "Oh, my father owns it."

At this
point, I feel I should give a special mention to the place of humour
within the film - intentional humour, that is. Much of it (the
overheard radio news bulletins, which depict a world of widespread
natural disasters and individual acts of cruelty and barbarism; the
horoscopes which Pam reads out - "there are moments when we cannot
believe that what is happening is really true. Pinch yourself and you
may find out that it is") serves to reinforce the sense of fatalism
outlined above. We are also treated to the antics of the retarded
windscreen washer at the gas station where the kids stop off for gas;
to recurring discussions on how headcheese is made; and, of course, to
Franklin's naive preoccupation with the Hitchhiker and his shocking
behaviour ("do you think I said something to upset him?"). All of which
provides a powerful contrast to the main events, in the process
intensifying the sense of horror. A horror all the more impressive when
one considers the fact that the film is almost totally bloodless,
choosing instead to achieve its effects by means of clever editing,
suggestive camera angles and above all, a first-class script.
However, in the
end, it is the subject itself that makes TCM such a deeply disturbing
experience. For the very idea of the nuclear family gone wrong,
transformed within the space of a few generations into snarling,
grunting, murderous savages - savages who yet retain the last vestiges
of humanity - strikes at the very core of our deepest and most
cherished beliefs regarding society, the family and human nature. (An
idea especially disturbing to American audiences, since this attack is
placed within the context of that great American nightmare - the
murdering inbred family.) And it hardly needs saying that such a family
is all the more disturbing for being contrasted with the ordinary,
normal human beings who cross its path. This is why "The Texas Chainsaw
Massacre" succeeds so well in its efforts to disturb and shock its
audience. For in the last analysis, the film is a vivid portrayal of a
potential and terrible anomaly in the human evolutionary process along
with its horrifying consequences.

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