I am not ashamed of my admiration for the Saw films although I choose carefully the company to whom I will confess it. Something as pulpy and genre as Saw is guaranteed to be dismissed. The label people tend to dismiss it with is “torture porn.”
I get that.
It’s basically the progenitor of torture porn, or at least, it began the modern revivalist movement. The issue is that I am really tired of pretending like I agree with people who dismiss things in such easy and, more importantly, uninteresting ways.
If you actually watched Saw V and told me that Saw sucks I would be inclined to agree. Any rational person would. That is one shitty movie so full of exposition that it plays like one of those issue #0 comics you used to be able to get for free if you sent in your proofs of purchase. I could accept that, as a lover scorned, you no longer were accepting love calls from Jigsaw and thus were not planning on ever watching Saw VI.
However, if you’ve never seen any of the Saw movies and yet insist upon sitting in your judgey chair and casting dispersions on the very idea that such movies exist, well, your opinion is worthless. Everyone is entitled to an opinion so go ahead and have at it, but do so assured that yours has no value. For instance, I believe that Africa is scary and not a good place to raise a family but I wouldn’t go around to people from Africa making blanket statements about the region having never lived there and never raised a family there. It seems like courtesy to me.
I like Saw because it quenches my bloodlust, sometimes delivers a killer twist or two, and has become like a serialized comic book I look forward to every year with its labyrinthine plotting and uroboros like timeline cannibalism. In fact, Saw VI is the best in a long while because it advances the story in the present day and rather than fill in blanks that were already assumed it answers several of the series purposefully “unanswered” mysteries.
But the argument is bigger than Saw actually. It extends to a conversation I had this weekend at a party about Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. If you didn’t like the aliens at the end because they were introduced in a clunky way, fine, I can live with that. If, however, your objection to the film stems entirely from the notion that there were aliens at all then we have a problem.
That problem is you.