There has never been a Saw DVD arrangement absolutely so public, and it sets the accent for the blow of this apparent final chapter. The axial actualization is a adolescent alleged Bobby, played by Sean Patrick Flanery, who was the kid in Powder and now suggests a super-bland Jason Bateman. Bobby has accounting a book alleged S.U.R.V.I.V.E.: My Story of Overcoming Jigsaw, and he's peddling it on allocution shows, anecdotic in abundant detail how the affliction of slicing two hooks into his own chest and again hoisting himself proved, ironically, to be the best liberating moment of his life. ''I was reborn!'' he says, which I assumption is declared to affirm that the moralistic acquaint of Jigsaw's slice-and-dice accessories and machines absolutely work. It's Rube Goldberg torture…as therapy! Except that Bobby is a fraud; he was never absolutely one of Jigsaw's victims. And now, to pay for his abomination of self-promotion, he is at aftermost activity to become a victim. He wakes up in a cage, his wife shackled in a abroad room, and to get to her, he charge abide a alternation of character-building barbarous tests. Call it the Stations of the Gross.
Saw 3D is sicko-exploitative, viscera-spewing trash, but at atomic it has a angular and beggarly clip and focus, and it isn't clotted with backstory. The few flashbacks assignment nicely, Tobin Bell (who plays John/Jigsaw) has a brittle alarming agreeableness during his one abrupt appearance, and it's nice to see Cary Elwes, abiding for the aboriginal time back the aboriginal Saw, on duke to abutting out the series.
Each year, during the anniversary of Halloween, I go to addition Saw film, and allotment of me is consistently wondering: How, and why, did movies this appalling and aberrant anytime become airheaded entertainment? Sure, in a anxious way, they're fun, but it additionally seems fair to ask whether there is some accord amid the abandon in a blur like Saw 3D and the levels of acrimony and acerbity that accept been boring and steadily ascent in America. Now that the alternation is over (at least, until the moment a blur alleged article like Saw: A New Beginning — The Rise of Jigsaw gets greenlit), it can be said that the best advancing affair about the Saw films is the way that they about-face ache into a flash of megaplex vengeance. They're made, and consumed, as a big blood-soaked joke, and that's scary.