Once you become used to them, horror movies stop being scary. Sure, one can still enjoy them; it’s difficult not to appreciate well-made gore and the hilarity of characters doing stupid things all the time. To actually make horror that’s scary however, not just gross or creepy, that’s difficult. Audition, Antichrist, and perhaps a small smattering of other films out there are genuinely ‘can’t-sleep-at-night’ scary. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre belongs in that small group. It is 90 minutes of pure, unadulterated intensity, a grimy, ugly film that leaves so many unanswered questions about the villainous madness at its heart that it sticks with you for long after the credits have rolled. It’s no surprise that when the censors asked for the film to be cut, they found there were very few scenes that actually broke their regulations; such is the power of the film’s imagery and suggestiveness.