For a series that has invested so much of itself in its own ever-more-convoluted continuity, this one breaks from it in strangely unnecessary ways. Jigsaw's wife and Copsaw - last seen in mortal conflict - return, yet are relegated to a B-story that doesn't make the level of the wife's complicity any more clear, but at least finally lets us see the reverse-beartrap work as intended after two teases. (is Copsaw the only character to outsmart a Jigsaw trap and…
Guy Ritchie basically remixes his breakout hit and adds in a bunch of recognizable American actors, which might've helped its international appeal but watered down some of its distinctiveness.
Not that I'm going to object to having more Dennis Farina in this kind of movie - his surly reaction to having to haul his ass out to England is almost worth watching the whole movie for. But I could've done with fewer "Viva Las Vegas" cues.
Tom Six, like a lot of people whose art is childishly offensive and basically stupid, considers himself a warrior for free speech. (o, how hard he fights. On Twitter.) He dresses like the French guy in Raiders Of The Lost Ark and has so far shown the world exactly one idea, which he's flogged out for three movies now. I am caught between befuddlement and admiration.
This third gulp at the can dispenses with the dropout-Cronenberg medical horror of the…
George Miller had been talking about this - or at least, had been persistently asked about it in interviews - for like twenty years now, and I don't know what's different about now that he finally got around to making it but I'm glad he did. The response on this has been gobsmacking, though I was willing to chalk a fair bit of it up to Peak Gen-X Nostalgia, and it coming at a good time to be heralded as…