- James Wan
- Cary Elwes, Danny Glover, Monica Potter, Michael Emerson, Ken Leung, Tobin Bell, Leigh Whannell
- 103 min.
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The Jigsaw Killer is the serial torturer/philosopher/schemer/sicko extraordinaire of Saw. Early in the film, we’re introduced a druggy named Amanda (Shawnee Smith) who survives a near-death ordeal that Jigsaw arranged for her: A kind of “reverse bear trap” is attached to her jaw, and she must cut into an unconscious man’s innards to extract the key to remove it. She does just that and becomes the only survivor of Jigsaw, who, according to authorities, has tortured people in similar situations before. Having come so close to the end, Amanda believes it’s a kind of test designed to make her life better and finally worth living.
Enter photographer Adam (Leigh Whannell) and Dr. Lawrence Gordon (Cary Elwes), who awake in a public bathroom somewhere each with an ankle chained to a thick metal pipe. Their room is sealed; a two-way mirror occupies one wall; a dead man lies in the middle of the room, clearly having shot himself in the head. Clues are hidden everywhere. They each find their own recorded message from Jigsaw on a mini tape recorder. Adam’s message tells him that he can either idly die, or he can do something about it. Jigsaw’s message to Dr. Lawrence tells him to kill Adam before 6 pm, or the good doctor’s wife and daughter will be killed. With no escape, the two must work with, or against each other, for freedom.
Howard Hawks once sang his own praises, happily claiming he had never used flashbacks. And Hawks made some damn fine movies. Director James Wan, however, will cannot make that claim. Wan and Whannell co-wrote the script and give the impression that they’ve never taken a screenwriting workshop, nor ever read one of the many How to Write a Screenplay books. Saw mostly takes place in flashbacks; the captors recall what happened to them, when it happened, what they remember of this or that, and what possible motive Jigsaw could have for placing them there. And aside from a moment or two involving an unreliable narrator, watching them silently remember would have been more interesting.
Flashbacks tell us of detectives Tapp (Danny Glover) and Sing (Ken Leung), who, according to Dr. Lawrence’s recollection, accused Dr. Lawrence of being Jigsaw. He isn’t Jigsaw, of course, but the killer may have been someone he works with in the hospital. We learn that the detectives came close to catching their man, but failed, resulting in Tapp’s mental breakdown and subsequent obsession with this case. There’s always a cop fixated on catching the killer, but alas, the detectives here are of little-to-no importance to the story. They’re mere filler.
Saw attempts to elevate itself from other torture porn, like Hostel, by pretending there’s a morality, even a sick logic to the depicted killings. This elevation doesn’t amount to much, mind you. It’s suggested that Jigsaw’s devices aren’t murderous at all, rather a predicament his victims are unable to escape from (like that would hold up in any court outside of Jigsaw’s head). We have a detective, a murderer, and even a sympathetic family to call out our suspense. And it works at times, making us care if the little girl and her mommy get saved, because who wants to see someone’s family destroyed? But what about its main characters, Adam and Dr. Gordon? What about the washed-up detective who obsesses over Jigsaw like a stalker who can’t find an infatuation? We don’t really care about how they all come together. Instead, the movie’s main crisis asks why they’re in this situation, as if any of it will matter when the credits begin to roll.
The filmmakers try desperately to concoct a puzzle with philosophical meaning, when profundity finds itself only in the film’s invasive gore. Legs are sawed off, faces blown away, throats slit, and bodies torn to shreds. Who cares what it means, especially since the meaning assigned to the murders is a hopeless plot device, giving the film license to become more disgusting and gruesome as it goes on. The whole setup of Saw seems to work from the killer’s own model. We see Jigsaw sitting around his serial killer workshop with an apparent abundance of time on his hands, constructing pointlessly elaborate devices to “test” his victims. I imagine Whannell and Wan did much the same during the writing process. They sat around an office, or one of the other’s apartments, writing down random ideas for Jigsaw’s torture mechanisms, wondering how they can work them into the script.
Taking us out of Adam and Dr. Lawrence’s confining room for these constant flashbacks was Wan’s first and greatest mistake. Instead of claustrophobia and the horrors bred from within, we’re fed a trite mystery compiled elsewhere. Little of the pivotal action takes place at the present. It’s all before, somewhere else, which brings us to now, where nothing happens until the very end. I would like to imagine another version of Saw where nothing occurs outside of Adam and Dr. Lawrence’s imprisoning bathroom—perhaps like Alfred Hitchcock’s Rope, filmed with long, impressive takes and bravado acting. Wan’s preoccupation with fast-paced editing and torture setups ruins any potential artistry or innovation, damning his movie into another piece of garbage disposed of down the bottomless crapshoot that is today’s horror scene, where, at least, it only just floats.