With six Chainsaw films to reflect upon, one would hope that director John Luessenhop (Takers), eager to decorate the Leatherface family tree with crisp teen body parts, would have at least unearthed a fresh meat hook or two upon which to hang his sequel. The story picks up where Tobe Hooper’s 1974 original ends: a lynch mob torches the farm leaving Leath’ and his newborn cousin, Heather as the only Sawyers to survive the opening flashback. Ingenuity begins and ends with the jokey premise — Leatherface’s cousin grows up to be a hottie (Alexandra Daddario) — as the screenwriters leave every stone unturned in their dogged effort to inflict more of the same. Whatever images your mind can arouse of Leatherface running roughshod over a packed carnival are bound to be more satisfying (and creative) than what’s splattered across the screen. Luessenhop appears to have given his leading lady one expert piece of direction: keep your nipples covered and belly-button exposed at all times. With the exception of a few screen-piercing lunges, the 3D effects are negligible. With Richard Riehle, Chainsaw veteran Bill Moseley, Scott Eastwood, and Tania Raymonde as the designated skank.
Length: 1 hour, 32 minutes