Director: Darren Lynn Bousman
Cast: Donnie Wahlberg, Tobin Bell, and Shawnee Smith
Rated: R
Runtime: 91 min.
by Brian Eggert
Reviewed:
10/26/2007
Original Release Date:
10/28/2005
The first Saw ends with its killer, Jigsaw (Tobin Bell), revealing that through his murders, he tests his victims in hopes that they’ll survive. His “lesson” mirrors his own near-death experience, from which he learned to appreciate life. And instead of letting people alone and allowing them to be their depraved selves, he forces his revelation onto others. Consider Jigsaw a public servant, giving degenerates and moral scabs a second chance. If only his victims would think of it that way when they’re being tortured to death…
Hostel and Wolf Creek were released in 2004, combining with Saw to inaugurate the term “torture porn” into movie lingo. In this sub-subgenre of horror, the plot revolves around elaborate deaths, which make up the film’s rhythm. Just as pornography exists as a few notes accompanying a primary arrangement of sex scenes, torture porn’s rhythm works through scales of detailed suffering. Every twisted piece of flesh, incision, broken limb, or chopped-up organ is filmed with clarity and shoved in the viewer’s face. It’s a lamentable and boring way to make horror movies.
Saw II begins with toughguy Detective Matthews (Donnie Wahlberg) covering another Jigsaw murder. Investigating the scene, he finds a clue that leads him to Jigsaw’s lair. Just as in the first movie, Murderer Headquarters is a seedy, abandoned industrial warehouse filled with every imaginable torture device. There they find Jigsaw hooked up to an i.v., clearly still suffering from an incurable brain malady (perhaps the same one that justifies his demented logic). In his usual cryptic dialogue, Jigsaw confronts Matthews and exposes the dirty cop’s rough, immoral on-the-job practices. He tells Matthews he wants to play a game…
Scenes similar to this repeat themselves. One involves a man crawling into an incinerator, which of course locks him in where he’s burned alive. Each of Jigsaw’s victims is sectioned off in their own room, each with a specific torture device, each meeting their own gristly fate. Elaborate deaths and killing apparatuses are of greater importance than the character dying in this movie. We feel like we’re entering separate rooms in a peep show, each with a different spectacle we can’t take our eyes off. Eventually our quarter runs out and we move on to the next one.
Creator of the series and director of the first, James Wan hands the reigns to director and co-writer Darren Lynn Bousman. Together, Bousman and writer Leigh Whannell construct their version of a skewed morality play where “guilty” victims are pulled apart like shredded beef in a crock pot. Manic editing carries over from the first, here to near unwatchable extremes. Ghastly torture apparently isn’t intense enough—it has to be sped-up and viewed from every which way, cut and reformed like twitching fits of film. After the first Saw, audiences now expect twists and turns galore in addition to their unhealthy abundance of bodily carnage. By the end of this sequel, we realize all subsequent sequels will rely on this formula. And since these films are relatively cheap to produce and earn mad money, we can likely expect the Saw series to develop into another cookie-cutter horror franchise like Friday the 13th or A Nightmare on Elm Street in the 1980s and 1990s. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.
More from this series:
Saw (2004)
Saw III (2006)
Saw IV (2007)
Saw V (2008)
Saw VI (2009)