Make no mistake: Americans love their massacres. Historically speaking, you've got everything from the Mountain Meadows Massacre to the Sand Creek Massacre to the Ludlow Massacre to the Mi Lai Massacre and countless others in between. In fiction, we've got Arlo's Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant Massacree [sic]" and, of course, Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and its myriad sequels. Hooper's film is definitely a post-industrial age tale by its simple inclusion of a power tool.
And so now, along comes director Rob Rotten's foray into the massacre morass with The Texas Vibrator Massacre.
First up, this might not be everyone's cup of meat sausage. As in Rotten's previous horror-oriented zombie-fest Porn of the Dead, the whole idea of combining porn with graphic horror might be a little too "out there" for those seeking a comfortable, pretty-chick-gets-plooked movie.
Rest assured, however, that there will be those who will completely enjoy Rotten's take on the Hooper classic.
Liberally borrowing from the original and its subsequent sequels and remakes, Rotten's created a uniquely twisted take on the genre. Imagine a cannibalistic, sex crazed family of backwoods misfits and gimps who have in their arsenal a gas-powered concrete vibrator.
As such, Rotten's baddies are much more interesting than his hapless victims, but what the heck, do you really watch porn for character development?
The exception to this is Roxy Deville, who handles her lines decently enough, screams like a banshee and looks great naked and covered in fake blood.
Also earning a nod or two in this feature are veteran Herschel Savage, who has an absolutely hysterical scene at the film's conclusion; Dirty Harry, who looks an awful lot like a decrepit version of southern rock icon Dickey Betts here; and Daisy Tanks, who looks as if someone styled her hair with a Garden Weasel.
Goddamn good fun, boys and girls.
Retailing: It's weird, but will be a hit with the alt, art and intellectual crowds.