Skinned Alive (1990) – Jon Killough.

Sexy Sister scumbag Violet, grotty brother scumbag Phink, and granny super-scumbag Crawldaddy drive their skeezicks van around bumphuck U.S.A, picking up vastly unfortunate hitch-hikers, brutally rendering them into exotic leather goods! There is, perhaps, some argument that delightfully sleazy slasher Skinned Alive is one of the first horror films to pillage the gruesomest excesses of 70s Grindhouse splatter, bringing it kicking and screaming into the 90s! As Peter Jackson's audacious Brain Dead threw down the gauntlet for grandiose gore gags, so Skinned Alive gleefully upped the ante in nihilism, since there's enough dime store depravity herein to assuage the most rabidly desensitised Gorehound! The technical aspects of Skinned Alive are incredibly decent, electric performances are compellingly grungy, the practical FX are appreciably grisly, and there's a winning streak of raven black humour throughout. Charlie Manson never made any features, yet his egregious crimes continue to inspire film-makers to this very day, but if that mental midget HAD made a film, I'd very much like to think it would be a teensy weeny bit like Skinned Alive!