A bad movie on its own terms and somehow the worst film in the franchise. It’s abjectly embarrassed by the series’ mythology, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing - as fun as it is to trace the insane and intricate convolutions of the plots of those films, you can’t blame them for wanting to grant series newbies an entry point - except instead of being a Saw movie it’s more like a DTV knockoff of Seven where the killer is inspired not by the Bible but by watching the Saw series on DVD.

Felt nice enjoying a Ben Wheatley movie again. This doesn’t add up to much, but I found it pleasingly disorienting and moody for most of the runtime.

The secret to enjoying this movie - and I admit to finding it pretty winning - is assuming that the financial mismanagement which threatens to send Paul Rudd's character to jail involves producing a modern day romantic comedy set in 3 apartments, a restaurant, and an office to the tune of 120 million dollars.

Remember that delightful "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" sequence in Raimi's Spider-Man 2? We're never getting another one of those in any of these movies, are we?