Tobe Hooper’s 1974 classic “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” was a masterpiece of pure terror.

That film, with topics ranging from incest to cannibalism, took audiences into areas mainstream cinema never could reach. It is perhaps one of the greatest psychological thrillers of all time, and it’s more than just a horror movie.

For one, there’s virtually no blood, and it’s much more terrifying than most slasher flicks. Hooper left the grisly butcherings to our imagination. When one of the teens was being slaughtered or thrown on a hook, Hooper didn’t show us a close-up of the hook penetrating the teen’s skin. We just got the look of terror on the teen’s face, and the look of sheer pain, and we knew. It was sort of perfect.

-This leads me to director Marcus Nispel’s remake of “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” First off, I hate calling this film a remake. It is drastically different from the original. We have different characters, different themes, a different opening and closing and even a shameful cliffhanger for a sequel.

Before I get into the plot, I will tell you I hate this film. And I mean hate. I never have left a movie theater angrier. It’s not too often that I sit in a theater desperately trying to hold back vomit that is charging up my throat. And I say this with all sincerity: I really had to hold back. What angered me was Nispel wants me to feel this way, and the non-stop, over-the-top, in-your-face bloodlust on screen is proof.

For example: The film opens with five teens (two couples and one jerk for comic relief) heading to a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert in their 1973 hipster Scooby Doo van. They nearly hit a hitchhiker, to whom they offer a ride. The conversation inside the van leads the girl to pull a revolver out of her blood-soaked crotch (we get a close-up of that), place the barrel in her mouth and pull the trigger.

The fact that this occurs is not what troubled me. We’re treated to a close-up of the barrel entering the mouth, the trigger being pulled, the back of the girl’s head exploding and her brains rushing all over the back of the van.

Then, to really pound in the carnage, Nispel cuts to another well-orchestrated shot. This shot begins with the camera in between the front seats of the van, looking out the windshield. The camera then dollies backward, revealing the horrified look on the teens’ faces. The camera continues to dolly toward the rear of the van. Then, it passes through the hole inside the young girl’s head, and out through the bullet hole in the windshield plastered with blood. Upon leaving the girl’s head, we see it flop backward — lifeless. Later, a character comments on how her scattered brains “kind of look like lasagna.”

There is no reason to carefully orchestrate such a shot, other than to horrify and cause discomfort to an audience. The fact that movies can make people so emotional, so involved, is their greatest trademark. Virtually no other medium can accomplish such involvement. People like Nispel strive to exploit the nature of movies, and use them to make audience members wish they never had stepped into the theater.

The original was a film that had us thinking, had us worried and had us terrified — not necessarily nauseous. More recent movies like Tarantino’s “Kill Bill” use violence and gore in illustrious ways to engage the viewer. “Texas Chainsaw” plays like it’s daring the viewer to keep from vacating the theater. And I’ll tell you, if not for this job, there is no doubt I would have walked out on this film.

If you still are interested in the plot, there’s nothing to it. The teens are forced to stop and get help regarding the corpse in their van. They end up in some weird town that appears to be full of inbreds, but that’s never explained.

The crooked sheriff is no help. In fact, he helps in the slaughter of a few other teens. Later, an inbred psycho — the infamous Leatherface — hunts the teens down one by one, killing most of them in crazy ways.

One teen has a leg sawed off and slowly dies while mounted on a hook. Another has his face removed. One literally is butchered after running from the van. The unlucky young lad with the missing face even has his crotch chainsawed.

Do not see this movie. If you’re really looking for a scare, rent the original. If you’re looking to blow some chunks, then the remake is for you.

Everyone behind “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” should be ashamed of themselves. It gave me the worst experience I ever had in a movie theater. This is, without a doubt, the worst film of the year — if not one of the worst films ever made.