Arrogant itinerant businessman Mitchell Barnes (well played to the smarmy hilt by Luke Church) finds himself stranded in the middle of nowhere after his car gets a flat tire. Barnes' troubles are compounded when he winds up as the special guest of honor at a cannibal feast being held by the crazy locals. Writer/director Michael S. Rodriguez not only makes fine use of both the dingy'n'desolate isolated location and genuinely jolting stock footage (Barnes experiences some incredibly messed-up hallucinations after consuming a spiked drink), but also does an ace job of crafting a discomfiting off-center atmosphere that gradually builds to a very gruesome and nightmarish conclusion. Moreover, it's acted with gusto by a sturdy and enthusiastic cast: 60's cult cinema icon Arch Hall Jr. makes a welcome and triumphant comeback as deranged Vietnam veteran Pa Wicker, Michael Wainwright cuts an impressively imposing figure as the sinister Rev. Wicker, and gorgeous brunette knockout Meghan Chadeayne really gets a guy's blood boiling with her supremely sexy portrayal of seductive temptress Lana. Scott Geiter's solemn narration nicely evokes the opening credit crawl from the original '74 classic "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre." David Bailey's shadowy'n'stylized cinematography presents a wealth of strikingly freaky visuals. Luis Javier Obregon's flesh-crawling score further adds to the overall unsettling mood. Well worth a watch for aficionados of gory and intense fright fare.