It’s 1979. The sun is beating down on the Texas countryside, the porn industry is on the precipice of a glorious, VHS-fueled boom, and there’s not a care in the world for X’s gang of zealous porn-stars as they travel to the boonies to make the next masterpiece in adult cinema. Well, that is, until the owners of the farmhouse they are renting out go ax/gun/knife-happy, reminding us that, oh shit, this place looks a lot like where that unsuspecting cohort got hacked to death just five years prior in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.
Horror-master Ti West isn’t afraid of the Chain Saw comparison; in fact, he welcomes it. From the luscious, grainy, middle-of-nowhere imagery to the close proximity of sexiness to scariness to the rusty old pick-up trucks, and everything in between, X is a whole-hearted homage to the ’70s slasher movement. And unlike the majority of its kind, it actually manages to live up to its predecessors.
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