Saw V
Very well, killing a Nazi with Totenkopft tatoos in the cold open, you have my attention. Not very inventive, but OK, I’ll take antifa propaganda from anyone. Then it’s Saw II again, a bunch of people hating together, for a few minutes.
There’s the journalist who knows everything, a fire inspector, and three richy riches: the drug addict bohemian, some constructor exec, and some planning committee bureaucrat. It’s a slasher, they go down in order: the fire-lady, the churnalist, then the public servant.
The poors go first, and being a literal junkie is not a problem, for trust fund kids. The guilty parties “win” the game but bleed to death, another plot line nipped in the bud.
There’s the big plot pitting the last survivors against each other: the local cop is the Jigsaw copycat, while the Temu Jonathan Hyde is the Mulder good guy. No good deed must go unpunished, so the bad guy wins, making this film absolutely pointless, it and just as it began.
But of course, it’s all in flashbacks so that Jigsaw is always there, even when he literally died the last time.
To paraphrase Raymond Chandler, when you don’t know what to do, have someone in a pig mask come from the dark and drug someone.
There’s an emergency tracheotomy played straight, that’s something I never seen.
The thinner excuse plot to result in weak-sauce gruesome murders. I’m sustaining psychic damage from all these Saw films in a row, now I think Spiral is not rock bottom.
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