Saw V Reviews
The latest and least of the Saw films is just plain boring and even a little tame -- albeit by the standards of a genre that helped bring the phrase "torture porn" into the lexicon.
The torture devices, once so fiendishly adapted to each offender, have become generic excuses to spatter gore. The script is insultingly lazy, and inept direction from newcomer David Hackl hardly helps.
The periodic traps set for five new victims, all linked by a rotten real-estate deal, are neither as terrifying nor as yucky as in the earlier films. The only real horror in these scenes, in fact, is the jaw-droppingly bad acting on display.
Saw V utterly mimics the original film's formula -- that awful basement, those cops chasing clues in what we assume to be the same time-frame, those awful devices of death.
The creatives behind the franchise clearly have taken pride in their stylistic consistency throughout the series, but here they even fail to deliver enough of the cleverly gruesome Rube Goldberg torture devices that are its raison d'etre.
The best thing about this-and any-Saw film is the sick production design. Whoever's responsible for creating these disgustingly grungy chambers of death deserves an Oscar for scuzziness.
Sera que os fas da serie nao percebem que o conceito dos flashbacks e de mexer com a cronologia dos capitulos anteriores e uma forma encontrada pelos produtores para que possam refazer o original de novo e de novo e de novo?