And that is precisely because in order for the central drippy dude character to have a shot at redemption, we have to watch him continually fail to save others-many of them women. In my examination of the Saw films as a whole, I tend to prefer the ones where the bodily risk is spread out amongst a group of people, rather than the narratives that center on masculinity. Saw varies between offering groups of people a chance at redemption and narratives where one dude is offered the chance at redemption. It’s the same narrative trope used by the writing team of Saw IV, who I hope do not have girlfriends or wives-or boyfriends for that matter. This is plotting which so clearly uses the suffering of women and queer people to propel a white man’s personal growth and I fucking hate it. In punishing this drip of a mediocre white dude**, Jigsaw takes it out on the bodies of women and queer-coded men, with very little bodily risk to Dagin. He’s out to punish Bobby Dagin, a man who has founded his career as a bestselling author and motivational speaker on the lie that he survived one of Jigsaw’s games. The “lesson” Jigsaw is attempting to teach in this film is about lying: One shouldn’t co-opt someone else’s narrative for their personal gain. But flying viscera aside, Saw VII remains just as weirdly two-dimensional in terms of plot and character as any other Saw film.
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“I think you mean it replaced your S(n) aw-ledge,” he said.Īnd because grad school destroyed my S(n) aw-ledge, I was able to gleefully return to the series this Sawloween with fresh eyes, giggling like a schoolgirl absolutely every time some bit of viscera hurled itself at the screen in an attempt to make this film suitable for viewing in all three dimensions. He then told me what theatre we saw it in, which I have already forgotten, and I apologized that reading Gramsci’s Prison Notebooks* had replaced any knowledge I had of this particular Saw film. Saw 3D, I turned to him and said what has become the first line of this review. When we sat down to watch Saw VII: The Final Chapter a.k.a. We have many conversations wherein he will tell me the plot or title of something he claims we watched together, and I will say, “I don’t remember that at all.” At which point he will sigh and try to remind me where we watched it, or when we watched it. There are at least five solid years of film and television content of which my memory is very spotty at best. While reading such things has enriched my life in many ways, it does have the unfortunate effect of annoying my husband, who has a practically encyclopedic knowledge of every film or television program he’s ever watched. As I have noted elsewhere on this blog, in graduate school, I had to push my ability to remember normal, everyday things, like the plots to films you watch for fun or things your partner asked you to buy at Target, with the contents of heady, intellectual tomes by Hortense Spillers and José Esteban Muñoz. This film was released in 2010, and I was in my second year of graduate school. We have officially reached the point in the Saw franchise where I am unable to remember the details of a film. Stevi Costa celebrates her final Sawloween for some years, finding Saw VII: The Final Chapter/Saw 3D a two-dimensional rendering of the franchise’s worst thematic tendencies.įor Stevi’s reviews of the previous Saw films, go to:
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