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It’s always delish when a disc’s copious extras illuminate WHY the featured presentation is such a steaming stinkeroo.
Finger pointing abounds in all directions during the cast-of-thousands commentary and the additional ruminations of a 30-minute "making of." Director Jeff Burr apparently suspects everyone at New Line was out to oust him. While the folks at New Line still have no idea WHO he is.
That’s not to say there’s no common ground, because everyone involved seems overjoyed to poo-poo Hooper’s sequel, whilst sidestepping their own effort’s failings, such as the inconceivable fact it wasn’t even shot in TEXAS!!! They’re a riot.
Flickwise, Kate Hodge and William Butler are a feuding couple who turn down a dirt road to hell. He gets strung upside down like Ed Gein‘s Christmas turkey and beamed with a sledgehammer contraption by a giggly little yard monster (Jennifer Banko). Kate is the THIRD gal of honor at the fam’s demented dinner party, only experience guides them to adopt the Roman-inspired notion of NAILING guests to the chair.
The Unrated footage restores some cringe-worthy closeups of her punctured hands, but overall, it’s clear the MPAA only pumped superfluous rounds into this stone-dead horse. CineSchlockers will STILL drool for the big guy’s new three-foot bar’d coed mangler inscribed with: "The Saw is Family." Guess they didn’t hate Saw 2 so much as to not steal Drayton’s classic line.
No breasts. 28 corpses. Face peeling. Peeping. Gratuitous O.J. Simpson ref. Corpse kissin. One firesuit stunt. Can’t beat tiny Ms. Banko’s logic: "If you don’t poke ’em, they don’t leak, and if they don’t leak, we can’t feed Grandpa, silly!"