A remake of a film that never needed to be remade only with more gore, less structure, and a better final girl than I expected to find.
In a film slated as a direct prequel to the original film, we learn about the origins of Leatherface and how he became the manipulative, cunning, rage filled killer he is. You know, just like the one we've known the whole time. This one has a twist you won't see coming!
Heather and her tropey gang of misfits cast entirely by Dawson's Creek rejects are informed that a grandmother Heather never knew she had has died. She's been left her estate, so they head out there only to find that the mansion still houses Leatherface in the basement. Heather eventually discovers that she is more connected to the villain of this film than she might have thought.
Jenny and her prom date are getting high in a random car in the parking lot when heather and her beau take the car out for a spin to get away from the party and deal with his infidelity at another location. Once they take a wrong turn, they get into an accident and have to ask for help, then are, of course attacked, maimed, and terrorized by a family of unhinged rednecks.
Platonic friends Ray and Michelle are, for reasons I don't remember, driving down to Florida. Once they hit a road block caused by the recent unearthing of a pit full of corpses, they take a detour past a very sketchy gas station. They meet a kind black man that keeps them safe, even as they encounter a murderous family we've never met before that somehow has Leatherface in it even though he died at the end of the last movie.