Eaten Alive (Tobe Hooper)

SKINOPSIS

"My name is Buck, and I'm rarin' to fuck." utters a young, belt unbuckling Robert Englund, as the anally-inclined backdoor man, Buck. A real gaping balloon knot of a character who's sole purpose is to become gator chow ... and hit on young girls for a little "backdoor action." Director Tobe Hooper followed up his power tool-propelled classic, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre with this gator-fueled not-so classic about the one-legged owner of the Starlight Hotel and his trusty, pet alligator. And while Eaten Alive will never measure up to the horror standards set by Massacre it does sport more titties, a big, fake alligator and of course, ass-busting obsessive Buck - so that's something. Right? Right?

Set in the lovely Louisianna swamplands, Eaten Alive is undoubtedly a sleazier offering than his first film, and really, if there was one thing Hooper's hit lacked it was some proper T & A. The story is simple (as it should be) Hotel proprietor Judd (Neville Brand) is a kooky, psychopathic, sickle-welding war vet who murders like a man on a mission (a mission to murder! Mwahaha!) and his big, not-so mobile, rubbery reptillian buddy cleans up after him. When a prudish prostitute get's hers - sliced-up and devoured (how could she say no to Buck's constitutional right to butt fuck anyway?) and someone's stupid, shitty dog get's similiar treatment, the girl's family begins looking for her and then it's more killing, a bit more gator gorging, more Buck (and then no more Buck) and Crystin Sinclaire and Janus Blythe (who gets busy with the future-Krueger) baring their beautiful, booby snacks ... if only Texas had a tit bit of those, then maybe Leatherface wouldn't have to cross dress.