Saw II

I thought I had dodged a bullet. My day job, which I've had for nearly a decade now, is writing film reviews for an alternative newsweekly here in Central Massachusetts. Due to a tight word count and the occasional abundance of releases, some movies fall through the cracks. Movies like 2004's Saw, however, reside in the cracks. I am content to leave them there whenever possible, but I never go so far as to entirely disavow their existence, like certain lackluster video chain stores do when you ask them for a copy of the too-controversial The Last Temptation Of Christ or the NC-17 rated Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!

Being relatively new to Cinematical, I am happy to pay my dues by taking the assignments that no one else wants, even when it is an all-out assault on my senses (and sensibilities) like Saw II. Since part of film criticism is conveying the experience, knowing full well that very few people will see every film you review, I always do my best to convey the existential joy or abject dehumanization that a movie might provoke. So from here it goes...