Brian Fanelli

If the meat plant didn’t use automated labor

then maybe Leatherface’s brother would have gassed up a pick-up and clocked in instead of terrorizing hippie kids at the film’s start. Maybe he wouldn’t have hitchhiked, seized one of their knives, slashed Franklin’s arm, and lit a fire in their van. Maybe they shouldn’t have mocked his former job killing cattle and instead drove out of Texas. Maybe, if employed, Leatherface wouldn’t have worn stitched skin masks or butchered those kids, naïve enough to wander into that rickety Victorian house instead of fleeing after they saw piles of bones and a caged chicken. Maybe, if they worked doubles, Leatherface’s all-male clan wouldn’t have had time to kidnap Final Girl Sally. Maybe they wouldn’t have tied her to a chair and waited for limp-armed Grandpa to drop a hammer on her head, as they ran their greasy fingers through her long blonde hair before she escaped the stink and rot of that house. Maybe the family wouldn’t have turned to selling human barbeque at the gas station if they still had jobs fit for a family that’s always been in meat.

Brian Fanelli grew up watching horror movies with his dad. He writes about the genre for Signal Horizon Magazine and Horror Buzz. He’s also the author of three books of poems, the latest Waiting for the Dead to Speak (NYQ Books), winner of the Devil’s Kitchen Poetry Prize. His writing has been published in the LA TimesWorld Literature Today, Paterson Literary ReviewPedestalMain Street Rag, and elsewhere. He has an M.F.A. from Wilkes University and a Ph.D. from Binghamton University. 

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