Saw III works best as the franchise’s mood piece for me nowadays. The slower pacing and Clouser’s eerily tranquil score relax me compared to the other films, and it’s an interesting experience I love revisiting. When things amp back up, I’m pulled in again, but Amanda’s plot with John and Lynn unfolds — especially in the director’s cut — like a somber bottle episode of a TV drama. I guess this is where the overarching plot officially veers into soap…
My ultimate comfort movie growing up, and it still feels like home! No, I didn’t go to therapy — Saw is better.
This is forever my mood after finishing Saw II. If you get it, you get it, if you don’t, you don’t, if you know, you know...
And my ROAD TO SPIRAL marathon begins! I believe this is the first time I’ve watched the OG in full since seeing it theaters on Halloween in 2014 for its 10th anniversary rerelease, so that’s definitely the longest time I’ve gone without watching it since the first time when I was 6 or 7 and rewatched the trilogy about every month or so for years.
Teared up less than 5 minutes in, and obviously cried at the end; and for…