Cinematography, locations, gore effects - all fine. Aspects of the story were good, like the idea of entrepreneurs buying a ghost town. It might've made a fair standalone movie. As a sequel to TCM it's less interesting, and less reasonable.
Would wealthy influencers buying a ghost town to resell parts of it to other wealthy influencers be working on their own without a staff of their own, though? That's pretty doubtful.
The film has them arriving last-minute before the auction, and meeting (for the first time!) a local mechanic who somehow single-handedly spruced up the facades of the town. Dumb.
The survivor of the first movie, meanwhile, went into law enforcement and has spent the last fifty years looking for Leatherface. In all that time she never thought to check a ghost town in walking distance from the Sawyer family's farmhouse? Dumb. In fifty years has she worked on her marksmanship? No, she's a terrible shot at least half the time. Thought about what weapons would be most effective against Leatherface? No, she chooses a double-barreled shotgun over, say, a powerful handgun or a semi-automatic rifle despite the limited number of shots. Some kind of armor against chainsaws when chainsaw protective gear (helmet, visor, jacket, gloves, trousers, boots) is easy to come by these days? Nope. How about a partner, something her law enforcement would have impressed upon her the importance of having... again, no. She's been made into a Laurie Strode, except exceptionally stupid.
How about Leatherface? Evidently he's been twiddling his thumbs for fifty years, putting on weight in a house he supposedly never leaves and always not killing everyone in sight. Somehow he's otherwise supremely physically fit. He's also hidden a chainsaw behind a wall, to retrieve when needed. Never mind that the homeowner would have noticed the considerable work involved in hiding it, or the fact that he could have left it out in the open in the large house with other tools, or amidst clutter, and nobody would have batted an eye at it because ordinary people do own chainsaws. Or, if he still felt he must hide it, hidden it in a more easily accessible spot like a basement crawlspace. Instead, it's treated like he's John Wick retrieving his basement stash from under concrete with a sledgehammer when he needs to come out of retirement.
Aside from borrowing from Halloween and John Wick, there's a Shining scene, a Friday the 13th scene, and I'm sure others.
The ending is exceptionally inane.
Would wealthy influencers buying a ghost town to resell parts of it to other wealthy influencers be working on their own without a staff of their own, though? That's pretty doubtful.
The film has them arriving last-minute before the auction, and meeting (for the first time!) a local mechanic who somehow single-handedly spruced up the facades of the town. Dumb.
The survivor of the first movie, meanwhile, went into law enforcement and has spent the last fifty years looking for Leatherface. In all that time she never thought to check a ghost town in walking distance from the Sawyer family's farmhouse? Dumb. In fifty years has she worked on her marksmanship? No, she's a terrible shot at least half the time. Thought about what weapons would be most effective against Leatherface? No, she chooses a double-barreled shotgun over, say, a powerful handgun or a semi-automatic rifle despite the limited number of shots. Some kind of armor against chainsaws when chainsaw protective gear (helmet, visor, jacket, gloves, trousers, boots) is easy to come by these days? Nope. How about a partner, something her law enforcement would have impressed upon her the importance of having... again, no. She's been made into a Laurie Strode, except exceptionally stupid.
How about Leatherface? Evidently he's been twiddling his thumbs for fifty years, putting on weight in a house he supposedly never leaves and always not killing everyone in sight. Somehow he's otherwise supremely physically fit. He's also hidden a chainsaw behind a wall, to retrieve when needed. Never mind that the homeowner would have noticed the considerable work involved in hiding it, or the fact that he could have left it out in the open in the large house with other tools, or amidst clutter, and nobody would have batted an eye at it because ordinary people do own chainsaws. Or, if he still felt he must hide it, hidden it in a more easily accessible spot like a basement crawlspace. Instead, it's treated like he's John Wick retrieving his basement stash from under concrete with a sledgehammer when he needs to come out of retirement.
Aside from borrowing from Halloween and John Wick, there's a Shining scene, a Friday the 13th scene, and I'm sure others.
The ending is exceptionally inane.