It’s back to basics with Jigsaw (2017).
The problem with the torture-porn genre is that some people view their examples while expecting slow shots and a storyline that’ll be uplifting in the end. In this installment’s script, I’m sure there wasn’t any trace of positivity, but the existential question of whether the characters, or the viewers, found redemption is one that has always be an ever-present element of the horror ventures.
The plot is so foreseeable that regardless of you having watched any of the previous films, you’ll end up guessing 90% of the story’s follow-through just 30 minutes into the 90-minute running-time.
The traps were crafted with extreme creativity this time around however far-fetched and physically improbable they may have seemed. They still kept the suspense pumping in a motion-picture with no lack of bloody sequences.
This has turned out to be one of my favorite parts of the franchise alongside SAW, SAW 2, SAW 4, and SAW 7.
This is the eighth entry and I’m sure it’ll be followed by a sequel/spin-off owing to the series’ tradition of being critically flawed but commercially successful.
And there’s an abundant amount of nostalgia for long-time fans, including me, that I was naturally left craving for more when the closing credits appeared.
The saving grace of Jigsaw is that it wasn’t a reboot, and in this day and age of Hollywood restarting almost everything, could you ask for anything more?
