See Saw with Alex, Day 6: Saw VI
At last, our conclusion.
Day Five: Saw VISaw is a rare horror series that maintains narrative integrity; the movies are completely unwatchable if you haven't seen (and discussed and dissected) previous entries. It's something that's as commendable as it is something to lament. I appreciate the writers' pursuit in building a mythology, but (especially in the sequels after IV) the end results are movies that feel increasingly small and lacking in clarity. Both V and VI end with the same sudden tone of "Tune in next year, kids!" At first it was fun to chew through all the backstory the filmmakers tossed at us. Now, it's dissatisfying to sit through movies that are lacking semblances of conclusion.
Saw VI generally follows the same plotline as V. Detective Hoffman, now totally Jigsaw's heir, behaves badly and spends the movie covering his tracks. The man being put through a test is a health insurance salesman (Peter Outerbridge), whose denial of coverage to several people has been deemed a moral transgression. It's a curiously apt plot considering the current political climate, but it also feels a bit hokey. A slimy insurance salesman? That's the oldest joke in the book. While another person is put in a trap because he smokes cigarettes. When the hell did Jigsaw become such a PC thug?
I'm not particularly disheartened by the series' decline, having enjoyed I, II, and IV more than I expected to. Before watching the movies, I scoffed at people returning to this bloody well every year. That was a bit hypocritical since I look forward to my annual Woody Allen movie and it's no secret some of Allen's output this decade is sub-Saw III quality. There's nothing wrong with people looking forward to subjecting themselves to these thrills in a theater seat every year, like a run through a theme park's haunted mansion, if that's how they want to get their jollies. I make no judgments. I'll leave that up to Jigsaw.
Most inventive trap: The carousel trap. Six people, six rounds from a shotgun, and a drill that goes into your hand. Imagine the possibilities. Also, hey, on the carousel, it's the guy from Family Matters!
Stupid person in a horror movie moment: A lot of people still panic and don't seem to know who Jigsaw is. You'd think by now they'd know what it means to wake up in some dank cell next to a cheap, thrift store TV.
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