the difference between the tobe hooper's texas chainsaw massacre (1974) and his very next film, eaten alive (1977) , is not only three years but also that of waking up on the hottest day of the year plus eating a kilogram of mescaline whilst venturing out of doors in a borrowed gremlin with no brakes or air conditioner and that of languorously and recreationally falling down some nontreacherous but lengthy series of stairs as a direct result of 'too much' purple drank. you need both and probably right away, knowing you. love! me.