
I can remember the very first time I ever heard of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I had spent the night at my friend David King's house and was having an amazing breakfast that included freshly squeezed orange juice that his Mom had made. We were sitting on their deck over looking the Colorado National Park and as I munched I was looking through a copy of Hoberman and Rosenbaum's Midnight Movies (being fascinated with the amazing imagery of David Lynch's Eraserhead even back then) and I came upon the chapter about TTCM. David's parents were very cool sci-fi folk, and David's Dad began to tell me all about the film, and how it was based on a true story. I went to bed that night with visions of lamps made from Human arms, and chairs made from bones. It would be another 12 years before I actually saw the film, and I haven't been able to make myself watch it since. Probably the most disturbing film I have ever seen.