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22 October 2003 - 11:21 So last night I went to go see "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre".... (and I'm secretly chuckling to myself because when I first typed it I spelled "Massacre" as "Massage"....) I was veryveryveryveryveryvery SKEEEEEEEEERED. Quite the intense experience. Or maybe I'm just a wuss. Although I do have to say that in hindsight - and maniacal chainsaw wielding aside - that Leatherface is clearly a misfit in a world of backwater Texas ingrates, who's genepool has clearly dried up. I mean, this being the case, compounded by his daily irritation of facial skin disorder, not to mention peer pressure, there can be little blame attached to his bloodlust. I blame society. And the lack of love in the world today. Also I have now seen enough movies about disturbing hicksville Texan happenings, to know that I am never going to travel down a dirt road with a singular house standing on the hill, let alone actually enter said house. I mean the sheer volume of said movie types suggests to me that there is some truth in the so-called fiction. So if you are ever driving with me in a convertible, listening to Lynard Skynard's "Sweet Home Alabama" down a dirt track in Texas. Please advise me sternly to get the hell off it. And to stop for no-one. Although for some reason, I thought that the movie would make a really amusing Seinfeld episode. It could incorporate the Soup Nazi, Babu, and perhaps Pederson as Leatherface. With George, Kramer, Elaine and Jerry as "the victims". No - Newman as Leatherface. Then Jerry could at least say "Hello Newman" before being chased through unmentionable comedic terror. Sometimes I have WAY too much time on my hands.
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