Mit Motorsägen spaßt man nicht (1988)

Mit Motorsägen spaßt man nicht: Directed by Fred Olen Ray. With Gunnar Hansen, Linnea Quigley, John Henry Richardson, Dawn Wildsmith. A detective embarks on a mission to track down a woman in L.A.’s seedy nightclubs, only to come face-to-face with a blood-thirsty cult of lethally beautiful prostitutes. Is he the next victim of Hollywood’s demented Chainsaw Hookers?

“u0026quot;Hollywood Chainsaw Hookersu0026quot; is one of the best examples of those trashy, cheesy, horror/spoofs of the 80s (Toxic Avenger and Blood Diner would be included in there as well) that I so fondly adore. The movie is short, sweet, and to the point but I enjoyed every excruciatingly bad B-movie moment, which by the way, is accompanied by the corniest one-liners youu0026#39;ve ever heard since Freddy Krueger. Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers concerns (what else?) a cult of chainsaw massacring babes who use fresh limbs from their victims to serve to their u0026quot;masteru0026quot; (Iu0026#39;m assuming this is where Gunnar Hansen comes in). And boy does he look embarrassed. One classic scene involves a nude Michelle Bauer messily hacking up some poor old sap while listening to Elvis Prestley. The look on her face is priceless. Blood, a wooden Gunnar Hansen, laughs aplenty, cheesy rock music, scream queens Michelle Bauer and Linnea Quigley (her shining moment is the u0026quot;dance of the double chainsaws!u0026quot;) all wrapped into one…donu0026#39;t miss it.”