In the old case of style vs. substance, here, style wins.
Ladies and gents, we have a new cult classic!
Watching Brad Dourif throw a fit onscreen is always entertaining. The man can convey hate and anger like no one else, and boy does he get mad in this.
(I also loved his raging monologues in Exorcist III.)
Tobe Hooper and co. make up something pretty decent out of fairly ridiculous content, and I like that this movie is exactly what you think it is: a goofy but likeable vehicule to watch people blow up in flames.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Why hadn't I heard of this before? This movie was insane.
It had disturbing brother/sister sex, Paulie from Rocky running around the house trying to hit everyone with his belt, a hidden room filled with smelly mud and flies (this is quickly resolved by the home owners simply closing the door), cool blue retro headphones telling you to kill everyone, awesome boiling skin make-up, a possession, the whole cast dying in the middle of the movie, and much more. Watch this.