Even though this incident does not reform Leatherface from his brutal learned ways, he does again show another moment of moral decision in the face of certain dire consequence when he encounters Stretch yet again, this time in the innards of his family's labyrinthine, decadent home. That is the moral difference between Leatherface and Forrest Gump, and yet the world's affection is generously showered on the latter but not the former. Unfortunately the celebration of the cult of Gump has little to do with actually goodness and more to do with society's simpering need to feel good about themselves without earning it. Gump, who fails to challenge a single idea in his providential life, is crowned King Doofus, a golden icon of benevolent idiocy for highbrows and hod-carriers alike. Also, they suck.
Life is like a box of giblets.