As a result, the series succumbed to the "torture porn" genre, trading a severed limb for millions of wrenched guts. The old Jigsaw; who put his "subjects" in what you may call an ironic life lesson, involving harsh moral decisions and a wee bit of self-harm- is gone. Now Bousman decided grungy bathroom, two men and one saw wasn't enough. He had a blood lust that could only be settled with- you guessed it: blood. And guts. And twisted limbs. And nitrogen gas on naked woman. And drowning men in slaughtered pigs' guts. The list is endless. There was no lesson to be taught through these trials. They were conceived merely to show an unsuspecting audience what limb can be twisted which way. That's the lesson. It won't change a persons life. But it'll take it.
If the later saw films could be judged on one factor, it would be visceral response. The films (excluding the first, of course) have been praised and criticised for the 'churning' factor. If you get a weird taste in the back of the mouth, you're either overly engrossed in the film's grotesque tortures, or are picturing too vividly the effect of the tortures on-screen to your own body, were you in that situation. For me, the only reason I may have been physically affected by the film's graphic nature would be because I found it sickening how a director could stray so far from a series roots. I think it's time for Bousman to say "game over."
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