I’ve been thinking about The Texas Chainsaw Massacre of late. It’s probably because Murk, the, uh, let’s call him groundskeeper here at Castle Blogferatu, asked what my favorite movie is. The conversation went something like this:
MURK: Grunt, snort, ugh.
ME: What do you mean, “What is my favorite horror movie?”
MURK: Grunt, snort, ugh, sniff.
ME: No, it is not a simple question, but either Psycho or Texas Chainsaw Massacre, why?
MURK: Mumble, mumble, blurg.
ME: Well, I suppose you’re right. One could arguably examine Chainsaw as a reaction to and commentary on the violence of a post-postmod…Wait. Don’t you have a dungeon to clean??
MURK: Spork. Continue Reading