Appropriately titled. Basically based on the story of the “Psycho” Ed Geins, it’s not pretty stuff.
Ezra “Totally not Ed Geins” Cobb with his mother in rural Midwesternaria. She dies. His life is left unbalanced with the passing of Mom. He is…not very social. So he...compensates.
The Newstory Narrative this is presented in gives it a bit of leeway narrative-wise. Roberts Blossom in the main role actually does a good job as the, well, deranged subject. He was in a few big films after this but most notably as the old ‘creepy’ guy in Home Alone. Fuckin wweird, dude was apparently a poet, too. It’s not a bad movie overall despite a few suspect actors and sets, mostly just unsavory for its demented subject matter. Screenplay by recently-DMR-reviewed Bob Clark horror beginnings writer/actor Alan Hornsby from Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things; this is shot better, with a few notable decent first-person camera shots here and there. Def in the same vein as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, released the same year.
