[Its] off-the-wall hybridization of Tennessee Williams, Alfred Hitchcock (Psycho, specifically), and Lucio Fulci is more often than not sloppy.

With an enviable, well-stocked cast of character thespians and a carefully dilapidated motel set, Eaten Alive is all ingredients, no recipe.

An ineffectual retread of elements that made The Texas Chain Saw Massacre work, rendered artless by the abandonment of that film’s sociocultural subtext and its singular paradox of grindhouse restraint.

...an often astonishingly unwatchable endeavor...