I came into this really, really, REALLY wanting to like it. I felt that while the first two sequels were not absolutely terrible, they just didn't quite have the right amount of "Tony Chachere", y'dig? The first problem with this movie came in the usual form of the twenty something cast of moronic dumbfucks that are actually almost unworthy of having a chainsaw split their cuntfaced domes. The addition of Renee Zellweger and her scrunched and grinning mug of prune faced proportions only furthered my rising anxiety as I am surely no fan of hers or her supposed acting "skills". The dialogue dispersed within the first few scenes is horrendously inept and on more than one occasion, caused me to check the video box to see if I had indeed read right, that Kim Henkel, the guy who co-wrote the original saw had actually directed this, which, I gotta say was the sole reason I originally had high hopes for this rapidly nauseating bout with diarrhea.
Somewhere well into the film we are introduced to the house in which Leatherface and the gang reside. The very first, hot second that Leatherface actually creeps onto the screen was promising. The scene where he emerges from behind the chick on the porch and eerily scopes her out exudes one of the films only moments of true creepiness. Unfortunately from that moment on it goes nowhere but downward at mach fucking 10.