“Probably the best cinematic attempt to capture the otherworldly madness of the death of the amateur-night-in-Dixie brand of the American Dream." -- The Official Splatter Movie Guide
A shatteringly singular exploitation experience. Darker, danker and even more disturbed than The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, director Tobe Hooper’s ‘76 follow-up blends Chainsaw’s aggressive, hallucinatory drive with the out-of-control theatrics of an off-off-Broadway tribulation. Neville Brand is unforgettable as the gibbering yokel manning a decrepit swampside motel (which is beautifully rendered on a dusty soundstage.) As Elm Street’s Robert Englund, Phantom of the Paradise’s William Finley and Chainsaw’s Marilyn Burns make their way to this diseased charnel house, Brand makes quick use of his trusty scythe(!), wanting to feed them all to the famished croc waiting below the water.
Eaten Alive’s non-stop carousel of freaky weirdos embody the mania Hooper can be so adept at capturing in a bottle -- plus, Hooper and collaborator Wayne Bell lay on an unnerving musique concrète score that ratchets up the suspense as much as the events onscreen.