Not really a remake of the 1970s THE TOOLBOX MURDERS, yet alone a sequel. This entry goes in totally a different direction with only a couple things that look like they were taken from the original concept; choice of location, the killer using all manners of tools on his victims and hiding his appearance under a ski mask. Tobe Hooper is in the director's chair and presents a grimy little picture on a minimalist budget. The backdrop for this horror takes place in a rundown, if history-laced apartment building situated in the heart of old Hollywood, where there's an assemble of indie actors portraying a varied bunch of stock characters. Other than Angela Bettis, no one else gets much to work with and are outperformed by the complex. Here we follow Bettis' character. A new resident that just moved in along with her husband, as she tries to settle in with her neighbors, but something about the apartment doesn't feel right and people seem to be disappearing.
The first hour is all about the character quirks, and interactions between the apartment inhabitants centered on a solid Bettis' performance. This is used as a tool to make her character feel like an outsider, who needs to learn the inner workings of her surroundings before making rash conclusions. Over time the mystery and oddities of the building becomes the focal point of the story. Sure, there are a few meaty death set-pieces thrown in early, but it's not until the backend when that comes into its own. The building's charms make way for horror and unease, as it begins to (although not convincingly) shed light on its looming secrets and the mysterious phantom killer. The by-the-book tropes are there with the central character trying to convince others, with no luck that something menacing is happening in the building. It even tries to throw you off with a predictable red herring or so, but they don't add up make it effective enough. Come to the third act it moves away from a straight-forward mystery-slasher hitting over-the-top Grand Guignol territory by ratcheting up the intensity and cruelty of its visuals. The killer gets out the big boys to inflict torturous punishment e.g. circular saw, vice grip, acid and bolt cutters. There even seems to be a little "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" homage involving meat hooks.
A slow and particular beginning eventually transpires into a bloody whirlwind. In the plot's attempts to explain what's going on, the occult and black magic, I found it to be rather lacking and muddled in making sense of it all. There wasn't anything really there to connect these pieces, leaving me with more questions than before. Some contrivances and logic lapses (rotting corpses hidden in the walls, but no stench?) keep popping up, but I did enjoy old school shocks and aesthetics oozing dirt and grime in such a confined space. Visually it doesn't hit you, it's beyond drab and causally photographed, yet Hooper's workmanlike handling did a marvelous job crafting out atmosphere and character from the age-old apartment building. While it might take awhile to come out first gear, when it does, Hooper goes down the excessive route with a climax that really leaves you hanging.
