Young people in a remote place just looking for a good time—enjoy the relative boredom while it lasts, because it gets intense. I generally loathe shock horror, but I have to admire what they did with grainy film stock, off-kilter compositions, and psychedelic lens flares. Truly inventive sensory cinema, all but empty on any other level. American independent cinema begat torture porn; try not to hold that against it.
TCM's social-political, proto-slasher hysteria is not only masterful in the last act's crazed acting and steadily rising, fever-pitch tension, but in its delirious, nightmarish style: the fluid camera movements, opaque and oblique composition, and jagged editing. It enhances the mood, shocks the nerves, and is so horrific on the sensory level, that it's the best of all rudimentary slashers lacking characterization.
Realistic horror inspired upon the serial killer Ed Gein has believable acting by non-actors and a villain that is such a destructive force that it is no wonder he became a horror icon. The title makes people think we get blood bath by a chainsaw but the film is actually very restrained and there is 99% other more gruesome films in the genre. It is the believable atmosphere that makes it disgusting for many viewers.
O my. I had seen TCM on VHS about 25 years ago and didn’t appreciate it much. Now I just saw it on the big screen. O my. It’s a bloody masterpiece! Thematically rich and multilayered, artistically ambitious, original storytelling, plus a great experimental soundtrack that really gets under your skin... I’m still shaking, partly in shock, partly in awe. This is cinema as art!
One of the first slasher films, and still one of the best... Apparently there was a political subtext in the intention of the making of the movie, If you wish you can find out about it by doing a Google search... While the mania of the franchise would ramp up considerably, this is where it all started, and remains a great study in pseudo realistic horror...
I'm not a fan of the horror genre, but this viewing was at the behest of a friend who loves TTCM. I quite liked it. The film stock, the colour palate, the pace. As far as story goes, it's terribly weak (normal for the kind of film this piece helped popularise) and the characters are cardboard to the point of satire. The famous dinner scene is underwhelming too. The great sound design makes it.
In one of the most effective openings in history of genre, a horror slowly creeps beneath heat drained landscape - where news reports and drunkman's mumble are just facades of horrifying dismemberments between cultural and industrial progression and psychotic state of mind. And it's told in almost documentary way of storytelling, where no single minute is wasted and blood is no needed to unleash the terror.
Maybe it's an OCD thing but what I find most upsetting about TTCM is those rank chicken feathers. The film manages to tangibly evoke a space of utter abjection. The plot and characters do little for me, it's that house and its dilapidated interiors that stays with me.