I want to play a game.
For years, we have watched others suffer through the indignities of increasingly elaborate and illogical traps every Halloween.
The suffering compounded, after the initial outings, into a soap opera of gore and twisty-turny plot bits.
Let the game begin.
The complexities of the first film mount up and reveal themselves over 103 minutes.
It has the kind of intelligence that would be missed in the later sequels.
Saw IIbrings in the cops en masse.
One of the people in Jigsaws grasp is Daniel, Erics son.
The squeam factor is ramped up considerably in the sequel, it has to be said.
In the progressive shambles of traps, though, we see the beginning of the series undoing.
I watchedSawandSaw IItogether for two reasons.
Firstly, because watching more than two of these films in a row can become extremely demoralising.
Secondly, theyre easily the best of the series, unlessSaw VIIhas surprises up its sleeve later this week.
Sawis the better film.
Keeping it all together is Tobin Bell as Jigsaw.
His importance in the series will become apparent when I look back atSaw IIIandSaw IV.