Sequels, remakes and ‘re-imaginations’ which seem to be all we get out of Hollywood nowadays. Now, sometimes, the odd remake or sequel is pretty good, but most of the time, it’s just an excuse to get the kids into the theatres for more of the same crap they bought into last year. Well, I’m an old guy and I’m happy to wait for DVD, and since it just hit DVD, I had to see the latest in the Saw series, the imaginatively titled, Saw 3!
Now, when the first Saw came out, I was chomping at the bit to get to the theatre myself. This was a horror movie that promised just a bit more than a normal horror movie, and it delivered. Then, the inevitable sequel is trotted out, and, with the exception of a couple of innovative twists, it was really more of the same. Now, here’s the latest entry, will they try to revitalize the story, will they add new characters and deepen them…not really. Saw 3 is really just more of the same stuff. Here’s the basic story: Jigsaw is still dying (this is the longest battle with cancer in recorded history!), his ‘associate’, Amanda, is still helping him, both medically and with the traps. There are a couple of things going on here, first, there’s a story of a father who’s son was killed by a hit and run driver who is looking for revenge. Jigsaw has set up a series of ‘tests’ to teach him about forgiveness and redemption. While this is playing out, Amanda has captured a doctor who’s test is to keep Jigsaw alive, there’s even a death collar placed on her and if Jigsaw’s heart stops beating, she dies (something that I’m planning on using on my next trip to the doctor!). These two stories inevitably lead to the twist ending that should surprise you, but by now you’re looking for it. Luckily, this story is still well enough written that if you can figure out what is going on, you’re a better man than I, because the twist here is particularly….uh…twisty.
Overall, I’m giving Saw 3, three and a half out of four cigars, because even though the franchise is getting a bit overdone, with an improbable fourth installment already on the books for this October, a bad Saw is probably still better than another Americanized J-Horror remake! So, until next time, when I’ll reveal the bizarre twist in these reviews, it turns out that I’m actually a thirteen-year-old girl who hates movies, remember that the best movies are bad movies.