It's not that the Texas Chainsaw Massacre is gory. It's not too terribly scary. It's just disturbing as hell. A group goes out to an old farm house and to check on the grave of a grandfather accidentally stumbles onto a crazed family in the middle of the Texas nowhere: a crazed hitch hiker, a crazed gas station owner, and a psychotic housekeeper named Leatherface.
The funny thing about TCM is that the villains don't actually go after the victims. They seem to keep stumbling into their lair and they do what they know how to do: slaughter. Tobe Hooper directs the film in a documentary style that makes the film all the more gritty as the day ends and night begins. The set designs are so incredibly crazed and filled with dead animals and bones that you actually believe it: it's too crazy for someone to make up.
As I said earlier, TCM is just so damn disturbing, mainly because you know that there are people out there somewhere. They could be living in that old house on the way to grandpas or down the lane that you stumbled on while looking for your bosses house. Hooper makes the horror real, pushing the envelope that Romero sealed with Night of the Living Dead: the horror was coming closer and closer to home.
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