TEXAS: Eaten Alive

“Probably the best cinematic attempt to date to capture the otherworldly madness of the death of the amateur-night-in-Dixie brand of the American Dream.” — The Official Splatter Movie Guide

In celebration of Texas horror filmmaking legend Tobe Hooper, it’s an incredibly rare 35mm screening of his bonkers follow-up to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Darker, danker and more deeply disturbed than you could possibly imagine, Eaten Alive blenderizes Chainsaw‘s aggressive, hallucinatory drive with the out-of-control theatrics of an Off-Off-Broadway tribulation. Neville Brand is unforgettable as the spindly, gibbering yokel manning the fort at a decrepit swampside motel — and as Elm Street’s Robert Englund, Phantom of the Paradise’s William Finley, Chainsaw’s Marilyn Burns and more make their way to this diseased charnel house, Brand makes quick use of his trusty scythe(!), attempting to feed them all to the famished croc waiting just below the water. Toe-to-toe with Chainsaw’s quivering otherworldiness, Eaten Alive’s non-stop carousel of freaked-out weirdos embody the height of claustrophobic mania that Hooper can be so adept at capturing in a bottle — plus, Hooper and collaborator Wayne Bell lay on an unnerving musique concrète score that ratchets up the suspense as much as the events onscreen. A shatteringly singular exploitation experience.
Dir. Tobe Hooper, 1977, 35mm, 91 min.