After witnessing the brutal slaying of her folks as a child, small town librarian Sally Diamon (April Monique Burril) straps on a chainsaw and goes scum-bag hunting.
“You should never f**k farm animals…it’ll rot yer Twinkie off and make you smell funny”
Move over Leatherface – Chainsaw Sally’s movin’ in! See rednecks get chewed into oblivion - and laugh your ass off while doing it! Part tongue-in-cheek send-up of 70’s exploitation sleaze cinema and part splatter comedy, Chainsaw Sally
succeeds where so many other low budget films of this ilk have not. Red, raw and dripping, Sally wears her bloody inspirations proudly gouged across her chest.
Bolstered by a better-than-average performance from title psycho, April Burril and a refreshingly smart script from writer / director Jimmy O Burril (no, not our
Jimmy O), Chainsaw Sally
rises above and emerges as one of (if not the) best indie horror flicks to emerge since Leif Jonker’s Darkness
. What the film lacks in production value, it more than makes up for with good-ole American blood and guts gusto and ingenuity.
Burril not only takes several nods from films like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
and Blood Feast
, he goes so far as to enlist the talents of two of the men responsible for those films (Gunner (Leatherface) Hansen and Godfather of Gore H.G. Lewis) as members of his cast. Hansen plays the role of Sally’s short-lived father, while Lewis turns up as hardware store owner Mr. Gordon. Now if that isn’t reason enough to check this flick out, I don’t know what is.