A genuine wrongdoing film as brooks Richard’s “Without a second thought,” which concentrates the identities and impulses of two executioners, managed specifically with archived material and was all the more compelling for that. Be that as it may, “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” could have been made up from entire fabric with no clear contrast. No inspiration, no foundation, no hypothesis on causes is clear anyplace in the film. It’s basically a practice in fear.
It happens in a segregated zone of Texas, which five youngsters (one of them in a wheelchair) are driving through in their camper van. They get a weirdo drifter who conveys his charms and enchantment elixirs around his neck and who laughs madly while he cuts himself on the hand and afterward cuts at the paraplegic. They dispose of him, so they think.