By HILLARY EDMAN

Staff Writer

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" puts the bore in gore. The only thing the director, Mark Nispel, achieved with his remake of the 1974 original was a disgusted audience member.

If it were not for the great technology of today contributing to the life-like flesh fest of severed limbs and bloody battles, this movie would be nothing but a waste of film.

Based loosely on true events, this movie begins with five stoners traveling in a van through Texas, singing ballads of Lynrd Skynrd.

The group, whose destination is the front row of a Lynrd Skynrd concert in Dallas, is tearing down a dirt path in a small Texas town when they pick up a disturbed hitchhiker.

The pothead hippies try to help the hitchhiker by taking her home, but it only leads to the beginning of a never-ending bloody journey.

The group is then thrown into life-threatening situations involving a skin-wearing maniac known as Leatherface.

Within the first 15 minutes of the movie, the gore and nausea begin and limbs are flying everywhere.

Nispel uses the blood, guts and scare tactics as a way to cover up this poorly-written film.

The movie seems to be drawn out to the point that viewers are rooting for the characters to die so they can go home and savor what little bit of money and appetite they have left.

It seems to be a huge coincidence that the last 20 minutes of the film are spent watching Erin, played by Jessica Biel, running around in the rain, in a tied up, white tank top, pleading for her life.

This must have been one of Nispel's strategies to keep the viewer interested -- at least the males.

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" puts the horror in horrible.

It is not recommended that anyone with a weak stomach or any type of heart condition see this film.

The gruesome shots of bloody body parts and the creative camera angles are the only successful parts of this movie.

The rest is 98 minutes of the sounds of one well-gassed up chainsaw and the screams of horror that follow.