Michael and Peter Spierig (2017)
A cathedral of torture unfolds before five contestants. A game show of confession with a grand prize of seeing daylight once again. Your host has seemingly risen from the dead to curate one last exhibition. The sets are crude, and the puzzles are obvious, almost as if this is a trial run of sorts.
Regardless of the polish on these traps and offering tables, the lucky participants quiver in reverence. The god pulling the levers in this moral maze has twisted ethics into sport, and forgiveness into blood sacrifice. The showrunner claims to sit above vengeance, yet some of his targets have a curious proximity to him.
Admirers of this engineer's work eagerly await his resurrection. They steal blueprints and analyze soliloquies to keep his spirit alive. The doctrine of the saw has nourished a secret following whose mass is held in the deep web. Obscure like their father, they drink in a communion of newscast carcasses.
Jigsaw's apprentices have doubled as apostles, and the story of genuine confession is spread in an intimate farmhouse full of potential converts. This crusade of truth has a slim chance of reaching justification. In fact, this installment throws all hints of honorable killing away in exchange for a truly hilarious and nonsensical reveal.
When a series has self-mutilated itself for as long as the Saw franchise has, one must wonder if a meta-narrative is hiding there. Like watching a sorry loser adjust rules to extend their survival in a menial backyard game, the John Kramer legend has done it again, shoveling incoherent twists to pump life into a paler than clouds body.
A cathedral of torture unfolds before five contestants. A game show of confession with a grand prize of seeing daylight once again. Your host has seemingly risen from the dead to curate one last exhibition. The sets are crude, and the puzzles are obvious, almost as if this is a trial run of sorts.
Regardless of the polish on these traps and offering tables, the lucky participants quiver in reverence. The god pulling the levers in this moral maze has twisted ethics into sport, and forgiveness into blood sacrifice. The showrunner claims to sit above vengeance, yet some of his targets have a curious proximity to him.
Admirers of this engineer's work eagerly await his resurrection. They steal blueprints and analyze soliloquies to keep his spirit alive. The doctrine of the saw has nourished a secret following whose mass is held in the deep web. Obscure like their father, they drink in a communion of newscast carcasses.
Jigsaw's apprentices have doubled as apostles, and the story of genuine confession is spread in an intimate farmhouse full of potential converts. This crusade of truth has a slim chance of reaching justification. In fact, this installment throws all hints of honorable killing away in exchange for a truly hilarious and nonsensical reveal.
When a series has self-mutilated itself for as long as the Saw franchise has, one must wonder if a meta-narrative is hiding there. Like watching a sorry loser adjust rules to extend their survival in a menial backyard game, the John Kramer legend has done it again, shoveling incoherent twists to pump life into a paler than clouds body.
final words:
FOLLOWERS DEFORM THE MESSAGE