Friday, July 30, 2021

I Want to Play a Game

Welcome Readers! For many years, I have avoided the Saw movies because I have been operating under three assumptions:

1) They are "torture porn" and that's gross

2) "Torture porn" is for sick people

3) The movies suck anyway

Well, as I've gotten more and more comfortable with horror movies (including movies like Hostel), I've started to think that I've probably outgrown these opinions. I was pretty sure that I could handle the grossness of "torture porn", that I was willing to give the movies a shot despite their scores on the Tomatometer, and as for the sheepishness that comes with openly watching "sick" movies: well, I've made many a post about being criticized for liking so-called sick movies and, if anything, it gives me a weird sense of glee if my movie-watching habits offend others. So there was nothing left to do but to jump into the pile of dirty needles that is...SAW!!!

Saw; AKA "The one where Westley from The Princess Bride saws his leg off."

We start with the OG Saw, a film inspired by escape rooms and David Fincher's Se7en, and directed by then newbie director James Wan (and written by Leigh Whannell, who also went on to direct some excellent films). The first Saw is a solid thriller/horror, though I wouldn't call it "great". The dialogue, in particular, is clunky and the film feels very amateurish, which is not necessarily a bad thing as it adds a level of grit to the whole project. But it's thrilling to see where Wan and Whannell, two very talented filmmakers, got their start.

You know the plot: two men wake up in a dingy bathroom. Their legs are chained to pipes. A dead man is in the center of the room in a puddle of blood. The two men have to use the clues within the room to escape, but the clues ramp up the tension between the two men, especially when a cassette tape reveals that one of the men--oncologist Dr. Lawrence Gordon (Cary Elwes, totally game in this movie but also sporting a very bad American accent) is supposed to kill the other man, Adam (Leigh Whannell). If he fails to do so, his wife and daughter will die. Despite this directive, both Lawrence and Adam work together and this is one of the only Saw movies where the main victims aren't annoying as shit and seem like genuinely good people.

This fucking puppet, I swear to God you guys. 

Meanwhile, a couple detectives are working on a case where a serial killer is setting up grisly traps aimed at drug users and suicide survivors with the goal of forcing them to appreciate life by going through something extreme in order to survive. Not all of Jigsaw's traps make sense in this movie: take Amanda Young in the reverse bear trap--she has to cut into someone else's stomach to retrieve the key to the bear trap on her head that will blow her jaw open if she doesn't complete the task in time. She doesn't have to hurt herself, she has to hurt someone else. Alternatively, a middle-aged man who attempts suicide by cutting his wrists is force to crawl through a razor wire maze in order to make it out of a basement before the door locks shut, sealing him inside. 

This is the movie that introduces us to Jigsaw (real name: John Kramer), his twisted sense of morality, and his motives. We learn in this film that he is a terminal cancer patient. But we don't learn until the next film that it was not his cancer, but a suicide attempt he made that led him to decide to put people in fucked up situations to teach them to cherish their lives. 

I'm going to be real clear from the get-go: John Kramer is a narcissistic psychopath. The sequels try to humanize him and explain his mindset, but the fact of the matter is he wants to play God and decide who is grateful enough to live and who deserves to die. He holds his victims to standards that he does not hold himself to. His tests often punish people who haven't even done anything wrong, including small children. Drug users and suicide survivors deserve compassion and help, not torture. Obviously, this is a horror series so we can accept a monster as the main baddie, but the films do walk a very ambiguous line between condemning Jigsaw and suggesting that, hey, maybe he's on to something. If you're going to watch this series, in addition to being prepared to see a lot of gore, I would also suggest being prepared to be exposed to some moral and ethical gray areas. 

Grade: B

***

Saw II; AKA "The one with the needle pit."

Saw II serves to explain Jigsaw's motivations a little more. In addition to learning more about John Kramer's cancer and suicide attempt, we also learn that he hates the cops, especially corrupt cops.

*sigh* Here's how I feel about that:









Dude, so many cops die in the Jigsaw franchise, you'd think Antifa produced it. I kid, I kid. 

Anyway, so Donnie Wahlberg plays Detective Eric Matthews, a hotheaded corrupt cop who shows up at Jigsaw's headquarters only to find out that his son, Daniel is among the killer's latest victims: a video feed on a bunch of TVs in Jigsaw's workshop shows that eight people are locked inside an abandoned building. A nerve gas is slowly being released into the building, which will kill everyone within two hours. There are a bunch of vials of antidote locked throughout the house and the players must to work together and face some gruesome challenges in order to retrieve them.

The eight strangers know that they all have something in common...but what is it? Turns out, Detective Matthews planted false evidence on seven of them to get them convicted of various crimes...and of course the eighth person is Matthews' son. Yikes. 

As the eight strangers face their trials, Matthews faces a test of his own: Jigsaw simply wants to talk to him. He tells Matthews that if he talks with him for two hours, his son will be found "in a safe and secure location". Can Matthews sit and talk with this cancer-ridden old man without beating him to a pulp in order to save his son? Well, he's played by Donnie Wahlberg, so what do you think? 

Saw II is another escape room type movie (only it's an escape house, in this case) and is not as tight than the first film. There are more characters and less character development. I literally cared about no one in this movie. The movie is kind of one big build up to the revelation that Amanda Young is actually working with Jigsaw as his apprentice and accomplice, which sets the stage for the next movie. But as a movie itself, it's a whole lotta nothing.

I'll also point out that it was during this film that I noticed that the end of each Saw movie does this goofy thing where the music ramps up (and the music is reminiscent of that part in "Live and Let Die" where it starts going dun dun dun/dun dun dun/dun dun [fuck it: 00.49-01.00 in the song]) and there are all these rapid cuts with Jigsaw's voiceover explaining the moral of the story and all the clues the detectives missed. It's the equivalent of explaining why a joke is funny after you tell it. EVERY SAW MOVIE ENDS THIS WAY. I guess the filmmakers must think their audience is too stupid to just see what happens and they have to do shit like call back to Jigsaw saying something cryptic and then reveal very explicitly what he was referring to. To be honest, it was kind of funny once I noticed it--very much an exclamation point on which to end each film. And the end credits are always set to metal music, so it's extra ~edgy~. 

In conclusion, Saw II is a decent enough horror film, but nothing special. And it's not nearly as gory as the following entries in the franchise. So if you like horror but hate gore, you're probably safe with the first two movies in the series. That needle pit tho. Damn. 

Grade: B

***

Saw III; AKA "The one with the pig vat."

Finally, a Saw with some character development! In this installment of the franchise, we learn a lot more about Amanda Young's fucked up relationship with John Kramer, which is basically Stockholm Syndrome on steroids.

In the third film of the series, a man named Jeff Denlon (Angus Macfadyen) wakes up in an abandoned meatpacking plant. He is informed via cassette tape that he has been so busy mourning the death of his young son, who was hit by a drunk driver, that he has been neglecting his marriage, his daughter, and his life. And you know how Jigsaw feels about people taking their lives for granted! Jeff must complete a series of tests in order to escape--and they all involve deciding whether or not to help the people involved in his son's death. Jeff doesn't have to help them, but he's being given a chance to forgive. He must save a woman who was the only witness to his son's death (and refused to testify in court) from freezing to death; then he has to help the judge who let the drunk driver off with a light sentence get out of a vat which is rapidly filling with pig guts; and finally he must help free the very man who killed his child--the man is strapped to a machine that will, one-by-one, twist his limbs all the way around and finally twist his neck around, killing him.

This is the first Saw movie that contained some truly sickening torture. Most folks will remember the pig vat trap as the most memorable scene from this movie, but it's Timothy Young on the rack that had me watching through my fingers--the guy's leg bones splinter out of his leg when the rack twists his limbs. Y'all, I couldn't. THE CRACKING NOISE THEY MADE. I watched a YouTube video about the Saw movies and the guy said that this is the movie that gave Saw its reputation as torture porn, and I have to agree. In addition to the grisly and disgusting traps, this movie also ramps up the emotional pain by forcing Jeff to burn his dead son's stuffed animals in order to retrieve a key to save the judge's life. Come on, that's just cruel. And in the end, Jeff is literally unable to save the man who killed his son--not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't figure out how to stop the machine. He ends up hugging the man as he is dying and saying "I can't stop it, I can't stop it." SAW. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO ME DIRTY LIKE THIS?? I thought this series was going to be some light-hearted torture and it is actually making me tear up.

Meanwhile, Jeff's wife, Lynn, is also kidnapped. Lynn is a celebrated surgeon and is forced to keep John Kramer alive or a collar around her neck will explode, killing her. She is forced to perform a damn brain surgery on John and she fucking does it and he lives! But it doesn't matter because that bitch Amanda Young gets so jealous of John's interactions with Lynn, that she shoots her anyway! 

Basically, Saw III is Titus Andronicus: it's full of a bunch of bloody mayhem and then everyone dies. Yes, I'm saying that Saw III is ~literally~ Shakespeare. But seriously, everyone dies. Jeff dies, Lynn dies, Amanda dies, John Kramer dies, and all the other people in Jeff's game die. And also, this is my favorite Saw entry yet--the stakes are higher, the characters are more interesting, and the acting is not terrible. You could just tell that the filmmakers enjoyed making this one. It's sick, it's disgusting, but unlike the other Saw movies, you actually feel something. 

Grade: B+

***

Saw IV; AKA "The one no one can remember."

Since John Kramer dies in Saw III, Saw IV is the movie where it was clear the producers or whoever is in charge just decided "shit, let's keep churning 'em out as long as they're making money!" There was really no point in keeping the franchise going other than to make money. But money talks and so here we are.

Ok, so Jigsaw is dead, right? The movie opens with his autopsy. However, another game is afoot. The victim this time is Officer Daniel Rigg (Lyriq Bent), a classic "good cop" whose biggest problem is that he wants to save everyone. In fact, that is what his test is all about. He is led through a series of situations in which he is instructed NOT to help people, or there will be consequences. He learns this the hard way when he immediately saves the first victim from being scalped, only for her to turn around and try to kill him. Why? Well the woman he is saving is actually a sex trafficker of young girls and the room she is trapped in is filled with evidence. So Rigg is told NOT to help her, and she is (separately) told that if he succeeds in saving her, she needs to kill him or she will be convicted of her crimes. 

Slam pig!

The rest of the games are similar--Rigg is instructed to bind a rapist to a bed where he, the rapist, must choose between gouging his own eyes out, or having his limbs ripped from his body. Rigg is also instructed to give a key to a woman who is bound to her abusive husband and impaled with arrows. This is actually a compelling trap: the arrows pierce the husband all through major arteries, but pierce not-fatal areas of the wife's body. So if the wife pulls the arrows out of her body, she will survive and hubby will die. That fact that she is decides to live by killing her abusive husband is what makes this a genuinely good Jigsaw trap because it rewards an innocent person and kills a bad person. I mean, the one where the rapist has to gouge his eyes out is pretty cool too.

The final test tells Rigg NOT to open a door before a timer runs out. Well, wouldn't you know it, but the guy opens the door, resulting in the death of none other than Detective Eric Matthews from Saw II, who has been a prisoner of Jigsaw in the interim. So Rigg fails his game and dies...and it is revealed that another detective--Detective Mark Hoffman (Costas Mandylor) was working with Jigsaw all along. Yup, Saw IV sets up the next three movies with this reveal. Because John Kramer and Amanda Young are dead, so someone's gotta keep creating these torture devices. Hey, this reverse bear trap isn't going to blow someone's jaw open by itself! 

Oh, I have to note that in this movie we are introduced to John Kramer's ex-wife, Jill Tuck, who plays a large role in this and future Saw films. We find out that at one point, Jill was heavily pregnant with a son and a drug addict at Jill's clinic, which she was the director of, accidentally caused her to miscarry by shoving a door against her in an attempt to rob the clinic. This explains John Kramer's anger at addicts and it's also super creepy because... Jigsaw might have been a daddy?? Ewwww. Oh, and Jill says "I think he always blamed me for Gideon's [the son's] death." Um, what? He blamed his pregnant wife for miscarrying even though it was not her fault? Well, I guess that's par for the course for a narcissistic psychopath like John Kramer. I'm curious if the filmmakers thought this backstory would humanize John but instead it made me hate him even more.

This entry in the Saw franchise was fine. I liked Rigg as a character and the traps were interesting. It's not the best, it's not the worst. Moving on!

Grade: B

***

Saw V, AKA "The boring one."

This was the first Saw movie I was bored while watching. Most of the plot revolves around rejiggering the over-arching franchise timeline to cram Detective Mark Hoffman into the previous stories as Jigsaw's first accomplice. The film contains a number of flashbacks showing that Hoffman was working with John Kramer from the very beginning, even pre-dating Amanda Young. They kind of have to do this to explain certain Jigsaw killings that couldn't have been set up by Amanda and John alone since Amanda is a petite woman and John is literally bedridden with cancer. Basically, John is the brains and Mark is the brawn. Amanda is just annoying.

There is a game in this movie and it's pretty boring: five strangers (who, like the strangers in Saw II, are all have something in common) are put through a series of tests. They are explicitly told at the beginning of the game that they are all selfish people who only look out for number one, and they should go against their instincts to win the game. Ok, how do you interpret that? I interpret it as "oh, we're all selfish and we need to do the opposite so I guess he's saying we need to work together." But these geniuses immediately default to trying to save themselves--even going so far as to actively kill each other to up their chances of survival. It's not until the last test, which involves the two remaining people having to cut their arms and fill up a jar with blood to get out of a room before a bomb goes off. If they had all survived, each person would only need to give a little blood. But since two people are left, they basically have to cut their entire arms off to survive. Jigsaw is sometimes a little too on the nose.

This was a very boring and mediocre Saw movie. The traps were meh and so much time was spent trying to explain how Mark Hoffman was involved in earlier Jigsaw killings. I was mostly playing on my phone and doing household chores while watching it, and I have to say that I was not looking forward to the next installment...however, as you will see, I was pleasantly surprised by Saw VI

Grade: C

***

Saw VI, AKA "The one with the gun carousel." 

The weird morality of Saw continues with the latest victim at the center of Jigsaw's posthumous game being a callous and crooked insurance executive. For anyone keeping count, we know that Jigsaw:

  • Hated corrupt cops
  • Thought that people with drug addictions and/or suicidal ideation should be tortured into "cherishing their lives"
  • Partially blamed his wife for her own miscarriage (which wasn't her fault at all)
  • Apparently also hated predatory loan agents and insurance companies 
The serial killer Jigsaw has the nuanced understanding of ethics and progressive values a 19 year old white male philosophy major would have. In other words, he think he has all the answers, even though he refuses to see the world through any frame of reference other than his own. Motherfucker is DEAD and still trying to play God!

William Easton, the insurance executive who smirks when giving folks the news that their health issue isn't covered due to a barely related pre-existing condition, is kidnapped and put through a series of tests that, sadly, involve other and more innocent people. For example, in order to survive the first test, Easton simply needs to hold his breath longer than the janitor from his company, who is a lifelong smoker despite having high blood pressure. THE FUCKING JANITOR!!! I guess this blue collar man who cleans up after rich assholes like Easton deserves to be punished because he smokes! You know what, I'm glad Jigsaw's wife miscarried. This guy should NOT be a father. Can you imagine having this self-righteous dick as your dad!? 

Ok, ok, I get it...it's a horror movies and horror movies aren't always fair. That's what's horrific about them. But for a franchise that incorporates ethics as often and consistently as the Saw franchise does, you'd think they'd be a little less random about it and actually reward good/innocent people while punishing bad/guilty people. But nope, it's really just a game of Russian roulette when it comes to Jigsaw's games.

Rant aside, Saw VI is a definite improvement upon the last entry in the series, which was boring as hell. William Easton, played by character actor Peter Outerbridge, is actually a fairly interesting and sympathetic character. Even though he's kind of a slick douchebag, you can tell he actually believes in his own bullshit and isn't necessarily screwing people over just for fun. Throughout his tests, he seems to feel genuine pain when some of the colleagues who are relying on him for help don't survive. Easton may be an asshole, but he's not a sociopath (unlike Jigsaw, see rant above). The Saw movies work a lot better when the characters are relatable. Given that over the course of all these movies, we're seeing dozens of deaths on screen, it's easy to let one's eyes--and heart--glaze over. But horror movies are much more effective when we actually give a shit about the people being slaughtered. 

In addition, Saw VI contains two of the most entertaining scenes in the entire franchise: the gun carousel scene, where Easton has to choose two of his employees out of six to live, and we get to see some sexist preppy guy get his chest blown in, which was fun. The other scene is a procedural police scene where they unscramble a cassette tape and the guy whose voice is on in--Detective Mark Hoffman, aka Jigsaw's successor--is literally in the room as they realize it's his voice on the tape. 

I wouldn't have thought it going into the movie, but Saw VI turned out to be my favorite film in the series!

Grade: B+

***

Saw VII, AKA "The final chapter...or is it?!"

Can we have more movies where Nazi skinheads are killed in extremely gruesome ways? There's a scene in Saw VII where a band of skinheads all die in a trap created by Jigsaw's successor, Mark Hoffman. Does the scene serve the plot at all? No, not really. But Saw VII isn't exactly a plot-driven film...it's simply another in a long line of movies that dares to ask the question: how many ways CAN you dismember, flay, or otherwise destroy the human body? 

Saw VII, aka Saw 3D, aka Saw: The Final Chapter claims to be, well, the final chapter. As you can see below...it is not. The film does do a couple things that feel "final-y", such as bringing back Dr. Lawrence Gordon so that he can kill off Mark Hoffman (although we never see Hoffman's dead body, so in Hollywood that means he might not really be dead). But the main plot of the film is just another game, like all of the films that came before it. As long as the Saw filmmakers can keep coming up with grisly torture traps, they will be able to keep the franchise going forever. 

The victim of the latest game is Bobby Dagen (Sean Patrick Flannery), a man who wrote an inspiring memoir about surviving one of Jigsaw's traps. The only problem is...it's all bullshit. He was never a Jigsaw victim. Until now. Bobby is kidnapped, along with his wife and his handlers (his publicist, lawyer, and best friend). Bobby has to go through a series of tests to save each of these individuals and wouldn't you know it, he fails every single one. This is yet another game that makes me question Jigsaw's sense of morality because Bobby's wife doesn't even know he made the survival story up (unlike the publicist, lawyer, and friend who all knew Bobby was lying). She truly was an innocent victim--not just of Jigsaw, but of Bobby. So, once again, Jigsaw (in this case, Hoffman, not Kramer) punishes people who literally did nothing wrong in order to further torment the actual wrongdoer. And unlike the white supremacists that Hoffman punishes in the earlier sequence I mentioned above, Bobby wasn't really that bad of a guy. Yes, he lied and profited off that lie, but that's a small sin compared to some of the shit Jigsaw's other victims have done (and compared to the sins of Jigsaw himself. I'm honesty pissed this series didn't end with Jigsaw being put through one of his own games).

Saw VII is not the worst in the series, but it's pretty low on the list. It's mildly entertaining, although the acting is noticeably worse than in previous entries. At this point, I'm kind of ready for this experiment in watching all the Saw films to be over. Not because I can't handle the gore, but because they're getting very repetitive. 

Grade: B-

***

Jigsaw, AKA, "Why?" 

I went into Jigsaw thinking it was going to be Jigsaw's origin story. However, the film begins 10 years after John Kramer's death. A few dead bodies are found with Jigsaw's signature puzzle piece carved in their flesh--is it a copycat or is the psychotic serial killer somehow killing from beyond the grave?

We cut back and forth between two pathologists examining the bodies and a classic Jigsaw game: 5 strangers wake up with buckets on their heads and are told that they must confess their sins in order to survive. For the first game, they are asked to give a sacrifice of blood and are dragged via chains attached to their bucket heads towards spinning chainsaws. All but one survive.

Throughout the series of tests, it is revealed that each individual either killed someone or made a selfish decision that led to someone else's death. Unlike many of the other Saw movies, the people in this game arguably deserve to die. That's a nice consolation given that this is a fairly boring Saw film. Hell, even the traps are less interesting and vicious than usual. After watching some massively effed up shit, Jigsaw feels like a Disney movie in comparison.

This film adds exactly nothing to the Saw universe and it really feels like Groundhog Day at this point. Clearly, the series has devolved into a cash grab. It's not as boring as Saw V, which is still my least favorite Saw movie, but it's definitely pretty low on the totem poll. Especially since there is a needlessly complicated subplot that tries to confuse the viewer by futzing with the Saw timeline. TL;DR: the game we're watching actually happened ten years prior, when Jigsaw was still alive. The fresh bodies that are stacking up in present day is a recreation of the same game in a plot to frame a detective as a Jigsaw copycat. It turns out that one of the pathologists, Logan, is the one who framed the detective, because the detective allowed a criminal to go free who ended up murdering Logan's wife.

Confused yet? Because I was. And I'm ready to watch that last (for now) Saw film.

Grade: C

***

Spiral: From the Book of Saw, AKA "The fancy one."

I call this the fancy one for a couple reasons. First, it has the most famous cast. While Chris Rock takes the lead as Detective Zeke Banks, he's not the most famous guy in the movie. That honor would go to Mr. Samuel L. Jackson, as Zeke's father, Marcus Banks, a retired chief of police. In addition, Max Minghella and Marisol Nichols round out the cast, playing a rookie detective and police Captain, respectively. 

Secondly, the films's title is literally "From the Book of Saw". What the fuck is this, the Bible? The book of Saw? I just think it's cute that the producers, or whoever is in charge of movie title decisions, decided to fancy up this torture porn with a title that sounds like an award-winning film at Cannes.

Thirdly, instead of metal music, this Saw movie is set to rap. I don't know why, but rap just feels ~classier~ to me than metal. It also feels more modern. It's like the filmmakers made a conscious decision to drag this franchise out of the aughts and into the roaring 2020s. Not that we really needed more Saw films, but I guess as long as people are still paying to watch them, they'll keep making them. This is also not to say that Spiral is a good movie, because it really isn't. The dialogue is especially heinous, made worse by Chris Rock's emphatic manner of speaking. There's one scene where he's looking at a bunch of crime scene evidence and he says "I've been looking at this shit for five hours! I don't even look at PORN that long!" Um, ok, was the script written by a 7th grader? Anyway, let's get to the plot.

When a corrupt detective is found smashed to smithereens after being hit by a subway train, clues are found near the crime scene and on the bloody remains. Namely, a USB drive that says "play me". The distorted voice we hear that informs us the that speaker is going to "reform the metro police" is clearly not Jigsaw's, but various aspects of the crime scene lead Det. Banks and his new rookie partner, Det. Schenk to believe that there is (yet another) Jigsaw copycat on the loose. When more detectives on the force start ending up in Saw traps, it's clear that whoever the killer is, he is punishing members of the force for their role in covering up and allowing corruption.

Spiral contains some classic Saw tropes: corrupt law enforcement paying for their sins, a huge twist at the end (in this case, it's that the rookie, Schenk, was the copycat killer all along), and traps that force people to harm themselves in order to survive. Still, it's clear that the filmmakers are trying to distinguish this film from earlier Saw films in an attempt to reboot the entire franchise. The ending is left WIDE open for a sequel...to the point where is actually feels a but like a cliffhanger. So I guess we're going to be seeing more "chapters" from this so-called Book of Saw. Yayyyyy. 

Grade: C

***

Overall thoughts, final ranking, and franchise grade

Wow, the Saw franchise really upended my expectations in a couple ways. First of all, the movies weren't nearly as bad as I was led to believe. According to Rotten Tomatoes, the Saw movies range from a high of 51% (the first Saw) to a low of 10% (Saw VII). While none of the movies were Citizen Kane, they mostly were not that bad. And yes, I realize that Rotten Tomatoes is rating them based on the critics' opinions, but I tend to pay attention to what movie critics are saying when I make the choice of what to watch. If anything, going through the Saw gauntlet might make me consider watching more movies that are poorly rated by the critics.

Another expectation that was upended was how gory--or not gory--the movies are. The first two aren't really any worse than any other horror movie I've seen. Saw III is where it starts to get gnarly and, I guess if I'm looking at this from the perspective of a novice horror film watcher, yeah they're pretty gross. It really does go to show that one can become desensitized to movie violence. So I think the expectations I upended here were my own expectations of how much gore I could handle. There were a few times I watching through my fingers, but overall I handled the Saw films fine. 

The other thing that surprised me was how all over the place Jigsaw's moral and ethical framework is. Yeah, I get it, he's the bad guy. But the movies have a way of presenting him as at least somewhat understandable and sympathetic. I don't know whether the filmmakers wanted us to root for John Kramer or not, but what I took away from the films is that he is a narcissistic psychopath:

1. He thinks he has a right to play God with the lives of others, and that his morals are the correct ones.
2. The difficult things he has gone through in life (the loss of a child, cancer, a suicide attempt) do not increase his empathy for others, but rather decrease it. 
3. His standards for his victims are not consistent: some people are put in traps that are impossible to win while others face relatively easy challenges. Sometimes murderers are put in easy traps while drug users are put in impossible traps. Often, innocent people are punished and even killed to cause emotional anguish for the actual target of the game. YET! Jigsaw is always making a point about what "a life is worth". So this motherfucker is willing to kill innocent people to hurt his targets, but also claims to have a greater understanding of the value of human life? C'mon. He has the same mentality of a person who kills abortion doctors in order to stop them from "murdering babies". 

What I think is most disappointing is that if the filmmakers had figured out a consistent--and fair--sense of morality for the character of Jigsaw, the films would have been better. As we can see with the popularity of shows like The Twilight Zone, audiences enjoy watching bad people learn lessons dished out in poetically just ways. Alternatively, if Jigsaw was just presented as a madman with no rhyme or reason to his kills, that would have been acceptable as well. It's this wishy-washy middle ground that is the problem. Unlike so many film villains ranging from charming psychopath (Hannibal Lecter) to righteously angry murderer (Kilmonger), to fabulous bitch (Ursula), John Kramer just isn't a good villain. He's not charming enough to be likable, but he's not righteous enough to be empathetic. He is an uptight hypocrite who happens to be an engineering whiz.

So, I'm going to give the series a B- grade. It's good, but not that good. It's too entertaining to get a C grade, but not good enough to get an A or even a B+. It's gross, outrageous, shallow entertainment that may give you a thrill but it's certainly not a franchise I see myself revisiting.

Ranking of the films from best to worst:

Saw VI--B+
Saw III--B+
Saw--B
Saw II and Saw IV (tie)--B
SawVII--B-
Jigsaw and Spiral (tie)--C
Saw V--C

Franchise Grade: B-

Sunday, July 18, 2021

Movies I Watched In...June 2021

Welcome to the successor of "The COVID Diaries" series, titled "Movies I Watched In..." Why yes, the title of this series *is* very creative! Thank you for noticing.

Here's the deal: some movies I watch will warrant their own individual blog post, such as Bo Burnham's Inside. But I watch enough movies that occasionally I'm going to bundle them into one post. I might occasionally even bundle entire months together (i.e. "Movies I watched in...April and May [Year]") depending on the number of films and how long it takes me to get around to reviewing them.

Enjoy!

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The Wolf of Snow Hollow

Jim Cummings' The Wolf of Snow Hollow was a wonderful surprise! I was drawn to the beautiful film poster and also the fact that the this was Robert Forster's (best known for his role as Max Cherry in Jackie Brown) final film before he passed.

I was not disappointed. The Wolf of Snow Hollow walks a difficult line between horror and comedy. Cummings directs and stars as Officer John Marshall, a divorced cop in recovery from alcoholism who is trying to maintain a good relationship with his ex for the sake of their daughter. When news of the brutal murder of a tourist reaches John, he is sure the murderer is human...despite some very unusual aspects of the crime, including the fact that the victim's vagina is missing and she was torn to pieces.

When more equally brutal murders begin to occur...always during a full moon...both the citizens of Snow Hollow, Utah, and the other cops are convinced that there is a werewolf loose in their otherwise pleasant, peaceful town. John, who has fallen back into drinking after the death of his father, is getting angrier and angrier that the very men and women working under him are undermining him. He knows the murders are the work of a psychotic madman...not a fictional creature.

For a horror movie about a werewolf (maybe!), The Wolf of Snow Hollow tackles some pretty heavy topics: divorce, death, alcoholism, and parenthood among them. This, as well as the quirky sense of humor infused throughout the film, elevates it above your typical gory creature feature. It is truly a unique and special film, and I can't recommend it enough. I'm excited to see what Jim Cummings will do next. 

Grade: A-

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False Positive

This Hulu film, starring a very toned-down Ilana Glazer, Justin Theroux, and debonair Pierce Brosnan, is a modern take on Rosemary's Baby. Lucy (Glazer) is a successful woman in her 30s trying to have a baby with her slightly older husband, Adrian (Theroux). After two years of no luck, Adrian, a surgeon, suggests that he and Lucy use the services of the most sought-after fertility specialist in New York, Dr. John Hindle (Brosnan). Though Hindle has a waiting list a mile long, Lucy and Adrian get right in to see him because Hindle was Adrian's teacher in medical school and the two are very close.

After Hindle successfully helps Lucy get pregnant, things start to get complicated. For one, because Lucy was pumped full of fertility hormones, she ends up pregnant with a set of male twins, plus a "female singlet". Hindle highly recommend selective reduction to increase her chances of a healthy, problem-free pregnancy and birth. Lucy and Adrian argue over what to do: he wants to keep the twins, since they've always dreamed of having multiple kids, but Lucy has her heart set on a little girl. She has already picked out a name: Wendy. 

Although Lucy and Adrian are able to come to an agreement, Lucy still struggles with the pregnancy, feeling increasingly isolated from everyone around her and more and more suspicious of Adrian and his strange relationship with Dr. Hindle. Is she, as everyone around her insists, just experiencing "Mommy Brain"? Or is she right to be paranoid?

False Positive is a solid suspense/horror film, and its final act is delightfully bonkers. Although it is not the masterpiece Rosemay's Baby is, it's an effective modern twist of the same fears surrounding pregnancy, birth, and motherhood that people, women in particular, have faced for millennia. I would not recommend it for expecting parents or people who can't take even the idea of babies in peril. I don't want to give anything away, but let's just say that there are images of babies and fetuses that many people would find disturbing. 

Grade: B

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Censor

This 2021 horror/thriller has a distinctly retro feel. For one thing, it takes place in England in the early-to-mid 80s and focuses on a very specific cultural phenomenon of years gone by: video nasties. But it also is filmed and just feels like a video nasty itself, especially at the climax, making us viewers feel like we've slipped into another genre entirely.

Niamh Algar (whom I developed an immediate crush on, with her porcelain skin and grandma-inspired outfits) plays Enid Baines, an uptight woman in her mid-30s who has a job as a video censor. She and her fellow censors watch films such as Driller Killer and decide whether to "pass" the film or demand cuts. Enid takes her job very seriously, focusing on such minute details as whether or not a scene of eye-gouging is fake enough to pass. 

We learn that when Enid was a little girl her sister went missing. Enid clearly blames herself and becomes angry when her parents present her with an official death certificate even though her sister's body was never recovered, thus she could still *technically* be alive. They want to move on with their lives, and Enid cannot. After Enid sees an actress in a video nasty that looks like an adult version of the sister she lost, her grip on reality becomes loose and she is determined to find this woman and rescue her from what Enid believes are her captors.

Censor is reminiscent of Dario Argento films in both tone and cinematography. The tone is dark, mysterious, and slightly sinister. The cinematography is muted with occasional punctuations of vibrant color. Enid is a fascinating character: so uptight and judgmental, but only because she can't forgive herself for something she was never responsible for in the first place. Censor isn't quite an "A" movie, but it's well worth a watch. I'd say it's a good "milder" horror film for folks interested in a dark film but without a lot of jump scares and violence. This movie doesn't need buckets of blood to get under your skin.

Grade: B

***

The Wrestler

I saw Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler way back in 2008 when it first came out, so this was a much overdue rewatch. I'm happy to say that this excellent film holds up. Starring a beaten up looking Mickey Rourke as beaten up wrestler Randy "The Ram" Robinson, The Wrestler is about nostalgia and what happens to people who use their bodies to make money. Randy was once a beloved wrestler and is now reduced to wrestling on the weekends for a couple bucks while working part time at a grocery store. He lives in a trailer and is often in physical pain. He regularly visits a strip club where he befriends a stripper named Cassidy (the wonderful Marisa Tomei) who is not unlike Randy: she makes her money with her body and is quickly approaching the end of her career. 

Randy is also trying to get back in touch with his estranged daughter, Stephanie (Evan Rachel Wood), which is tough-going since Randy was basically a deadbeat when Stephanie was growing up. To top it all off, Randy suffers a heart attack after a match and is told by a doctor that he will basically kill himself if he keeps wrestling.

My friend who is a wrestling fan told me "that movie is beat for beat what that life is like" and sure enough if you do the tiniest bit of research into professional wrestling you'll find that wrestlers are exploited out the wazoo. They are usually hired as contractors, which means they can't get benefits...and what's the one thing a person who aggressively uses their body to entertain others needs? Health insurance. Wrestlers are also often encouraged to get back in the ring too soon after injuries. Basically, you don't wrestle, you don't get paid. There was a great episode of Last Week Tonight about this fascinating subculture if you are interested. 

The Wrestler is a tragedy. It's a film that shows how our country treats the very people who entertain us like dirt. Although some folks in the entertainment industry (think elite pro-athletes and A-list Hollywood stars) are multimillionaires and have very little cause for complaint, there are so many other people who are reduced to their bodies, consumed, and spat out. Think about porn stars. It's almost considered a good thing to mock and disrespect adult actors, but with porn being one of the biggest industries out there, I don't see anyone limiting their masturbation because they hate porn stars so much (well, I do see people limiting their masturbation, but those people are fucking weirdos). If you're going to jack off to someone, have a little goddamned respect. That's all I'm saying.

Anywhoo, where was I? Watch The Wrestler if you haven't already. It's a modern classic that holds up and even though it will likely make you cry (if you have a heart), it's truly an excellent movie to help exercise that empathy muscle. 

Grade: A

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Fight Club

Poor Chuck Palahniuk...just think about if you wrote a novel which criticizes and satirizes toxic masculinity and capitalism, only to have it--and more so, the film adaptation--embraced by the very lowlife goons you mock in the novel. Hopefully the incels and MRAs of the world have wised up (doubtful) and realized that Fight Club isn't celebrating their bullshit and if they actually ran into Tyler Durden, he's probably give them a wedgie. 

The film version of Palahniuk's cult novel is directed by one of my favorite directors, David Fincher, and stars Brad Pitt as the aforementioned macho-to-the-point-of-psychopathy Tyler Durden and Edward Norton as the timid, burned out, no-name narrator. The narrator is a victim of capitalism. Unfulfilled by his job and life, he begins attending support groups to feel something, anything. Along the way he meets Marla Singer (Helena Bonham Carter), who is equally fucked up. He also meets a man named Tyler Durden on an airplane. Durden is...A Lot. He's the kind of guy who splices single frames of porn into children's movies because....he thinks it's...cool? He's basically an edgelord, but given that he looks like Brad Pitt and lives his life in a radically free way, he is absolutely magnetic to the narrator, who moves in with Tyler after his apartment blows up due to a gas leak. 

He and Tyler have a weird thing where they like to beat each other up, just to feel something, and they think other men will like doing the same thing. So they start "Fight Club". Soon, every night the basement of the restaurant where they host Fight Club is filled with men of all shapes, sizes, and colors (but mostly ripped white men) who beat the ever-loving shit out of each other. It's all fun and uppercuts until the narrator realizes that Tyler is going a step beyond: he's building an army of men to carry out something called "Project Mayhem", which involves bombing a bunch of banks to erase everyone's debt. (Side note...um, given that we didn't elect Bernie...is something like this an option?? I know plenty of millennials and zoomers who would be very interested in erasing debt through mass bombings).

I won't say more, although the statue of limitations of spoilers has long expired for Fight Club. But most likely, you've already seen it. And if you haven't, um, what the fuck? Why haven't you seen Fight Club? It's not the best movie ever (or even the best of Fincher's), but it's a cult classic and everyone should see it. 

Grade: B+

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Slumber Party Massacre

Slumber Party Massacre is a satire of slasher films masquerading as a straightforward slasher film. Directed by Amy Holden Jones and written by none other than feminist/lesbian fave Rita Mae Brown, Slumber Party Massacre is a subtly feminist movie in which the killer uses a 12 inch drill to murder his victims (get the symbolism...get it!??).

There's a great article about this movie in Bitch magazine, which will give the viewer a deeper appreciation of the film, but the film truly stands on its own as a wildly entertaining and funny horror movie. 

Trish is an 18 year old high school senior who invites a group of friends over for a sleepover when her parents are away on a trip. She wants to invite a new girl, Valerie, who lives across the street from her, but her bitchy queen bee friend, Diane, talks her out of it. Meanwhile, a psycho killer has escaped from a mental institution and is back on his bullshit (his bullshit being that he likes to kill people with a drill). 

Throughout the evening, typical slumber party antics occur: two boys from school watch the girls through a window as they get undressed for the evening; the girls experiment with pot and alcohol; one girl sneaks out to engage in nookie with her boyfriend; etc. But the killer is constantly lurking on the periphery and killing basically everyone he comes in contact with. 

Slumber Party Massacre is a fucking delight of a film. It's short (77 minutes), retro, fun, and goofy as fuck. I would recommend it to everyone, even people who don't like horror movies (I almost convinced my squeamish friend to watch it with me, tempting her with the fact that it was written by the same woman who wrote Rubyfruit Jungle...but she declined. Next time, Alex. Next time!)

Grade: A-

Thursday, July 8, 2021

The COVID Diaries--Part 20 (The Final Chapter!)

 Here is what I am watching (so far) during the quarantine for COVID-19 

This will be my last "COVID Diaries" entry, as I am now vaccinated and look forward to getting to see movies in the theatres again! However, the multiple-reviews-in-one-post format is incredibly useful, especially given how many movies I tend to watch. I might keep doing it, but change the title to "Movies I've seen lately" or "Movies I watched in [month]". We shall see. Until then, enjoy the final chapter of The COVID Diaries.

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The House on Haunted Hill (1999)

I saw part of this late-90s horror schlockfest when I was in my mid-teens and it scared the absolute bejesus out of me. I remember a scene where a ghoul walks in a funny manner, and creepy things/people walking funny one of the scariest things you can show on screen (see: basically all Japanese horror movies).

So when the film, starring Geoffrey Rush, Famke Janssen, Taye Diggs, Chris Kattan, Ali Larter, and many other 90s-era celebrities (Lisa Loeb has a cameo!), made its way to Shudder, I figured it was time to face my fears and give it another go. And I'm so glad I did because The House on Haunted Hill is not scary at all and is, in fact, a shit movie. 

The only good aspect of this film, which is a loose remake of the 1959 William Castle movie starring Vincent Price, is Geoffrey Rush's over-the-top performance as Steven Price, an amusement park mogul who loves two things: scaring people and fighting with his wife, Evelyn (Famke Janssen).  For Evelyn's birthday, Steven invites a bunch of randos to a supposedly haunted insane asylum and tells them that anyone who makes it through the night...alive...will win $1 million dollars.

But, wait...Steven didn't even *these* specific people (he had a different guest list), and neither did Evelyn (ditto). So who...or what...brought this gang together? SpOOoooPy!

In classic horror movie fashion, these geniuses all end up deciding to go into the basement where all the old medical devices are and they see a bunch of ghosts! Whatever is haunting the place starts picking them off, one by one, and tensions are ratcheted up higher and higher. If my description makes you think "wow, sounds like a solid haunted house movie", well...your mileage may vary. I found The House on Haunted Hill to be ridiculous, boring, and eye-roll inducing. But it could serve as a decent "bad movie night" film. Or it might scare the hell out of you. I guess you'll have to watch it to find out...

Grade: D

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Stoker

Park Chan-wook's English language debut realllllllly wants to be a good and interesting movie, but it's an overheated, perverted (but not in a fun way) mess. It's basically "what if Tennessee Williams, but too much?" 

Starring Mia Wasikowska, Nicole Kidman, and Matthew Goode, Stoker follows 18 year old India Stoker, whose beloved father has just passed away. At the funeral her estranged uncle, Charlie (Goode), shows up and offers to live with India and her mother, Evelyn (Kidman), to help out while the two adjust. Evelyn takes an immediate liking to Charlie (maybe...too much of a liking?), but India is skeptical of her smirking uncle.

Things get weird...and then they get REAL weird. I can't say much without giving it away but if you're thinking "Ok, does the movie go there?", then I can tell you that yes it does. Sort of. This movie was directed by the same guy who directed Oldboy, so....

While the imagery is very beautiful and gives Stoker a poetic, artistic feel, the plot (and acting) doesn't live up to the cinematography. This movie truly does feel ridiculous, like we're watching a pulp novel come to life. That might sound intriguing to you, and to be fair the film is divisive in that many people really enjoyed it--and you might be one of them! But I found Stoker to be surprisingly boring for a film where a predatory uncle puts the moves on his niece. 

Grade: B-

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The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It

Stop it, Counjuring Universe. Just stop it. We've had enough! The first Conjuring was excellent, and is one of the films I credit for kicking off my horror habit. The second one was just ok. Then we got all the Annabelle business and Nun business. And now we have a movie called "The Devil Made Me Do It", which could be the excuse the producers give for making this movie...only we all know it's money, not the devil, making them "do it". And by "do it", I mean keep churning out shit like this.

Once again, we drop in on the adventures of Ed and Lorraine Warren, the married scam artists demon hunters who have helped many a family possessed by demons or haunted by ghosts. We open in the middle of an exorcism in which young David Glatzel is possessed by a demon making him contort like a Cirque du Soleil performer. David's sister's boyfriend, Arne (Ruairi O'Connor), grabs David at one point and tells the demon basically to pick on someone its own size, and the demon takes Arne up on his offer, leaving David's body to possess Arne. 

A few weeks later, Arne kills his landlord. And he says the demon made him do it. This is a true story, by the way! The rest of the movie follows the Warrens (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga, with their game faces on as always) as they try to figure out the nature of this demon and what it wants in order to get the demon to leave Arne, but also to build his defense case. The actual case is more interesting than the film, and I encourage you to look it up

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It is yet another ridiculous film, and it's not even that scary. Ed and Lorraine Warren were interesting people, and far be it from me to sit here and tell you that demons and ghosts don't exist because hell if I know! There's a lot of crazy shit that exists, and while I think the vast majority of hauntings and possessions have rational explanations, there are just some things that happen that we simply don't have the scientific knowledge to understand quite yet. If people who worked with the Warrens genuinely feel that they were helped, then good on the Warrens. But also maybe they don't need their own film franchise? Also, the Conjuring movies are not-so-secret Christian propaganda. Which is fine I guess? But American Christians really need to shut the fuck up for a while and ponder their sin of voting en masse for a goddamned rapist, racist narcissist and stop trying to convert good, decent people into their death cult. (btw if you're a good Christian and you're reading this, I see you. Jesus is just alright by me). 

Grade: C-

***

Irréversible (trigger warning for THIS REVIEW--rape, violence, homophobia, general fuckedness)

Y'all are going to think I'm nuts for considering a movie that features a 9 minute rape scene, a scene of a guy's head getting bashed in, and endless homophobic slurs better than The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It. But what can I say? It's just better. Not that it's a contest--all movies should be judged on their own merits. 

Irréversible is infamous. Directed by provocateur Gaspar Noé, the film is controversial/notable for a number of reasons:

1) It is shown in reverse chronological order. Meaning that in the world of the film, the last thing that happens is shown first. This is incredibly disorienting since we see the aftermath of a beating, then the beating itself, then men trying to find the guy they want to beat up, etc.

2) When the movie was shown in theatres, Noé used a very low frequency sound in the first hour of the movie, which induced nausea and made people barf and faint during screenings. You kind of still get that feeling while watching it at home, but not to the same extent as you would in a theatre, since those frequencies literally cause your body to vibrate in a theatre setting. 

3) The rape scene. Widely considered one of the most disturbing scenes of sexual violence in a mainstream film, this scene is usually said to be 9 or 10 minutes long, but that's the *entire* scene from start to finish. The actual rape is closed to 2 or 3 minutes. But, I mean, it's still fucking disturbing and very, very violent. If you are offended or upset by rape scenes, don't watch this movie because you will 100% regret it. 

4) The part where the guy's head gets bashed in with a fire extinguisher. I definitely was watching through my hands, but if you're a fan of gory horror, you've probably seen similar or worse.

5) The homophobic slurs, and general homophobia of the film. Well. The bad guys are gay or bi. The rapist is a man who fucks men, women, and trans people. So the boyfriend of the raped woman and his friend seek out the gay sex club the rapist is known to frequent to get revenge and of course, they use the British term for cigarettes a lot. There's also a really not cool scene with a trans prostitute where her genitals are shown in a very degrading way. I can't really defend the movie other than to say that this is the world in which the characters live. This is how the characters would indeed behave. I'm not saying it's ok, or it's excusable, and I have no idea if Noé is homophobic or transphobic, but this is an intense, hard-R film about a violent rape and the aftermath, and I was not surprised to see such language being used. 

Irréversible is undeniably one of the most intense movies I've ever seen, personally. It is violent, it is disorienting, it is ugly (until the last third, which is actually quite nice). And...in my personal opinion...it is art. There is a bigger question here about whether offensive or disturbing films have any "value" in society, and I don't know how to answer that other than to say that even if we censor movies like this...the shit we see in the movie will still happen in real life. So maybe it's better to be able to show disturbing stuff in order to be able to talk about it and face it head-on rather than looking away or avoiding thinking about it. I don't think this movie glorifies or glamorizes rape and violence. I think the point of a lengthy rape scene isn't to be edgy, but to say "hey, this is what rape really looks like" (sometimes...rape can look non-violent too), and I kind of appreciate the director's honesty in this regard, while also acknowledging that the vast majority of rapes don't occur like they do in this film (i.e. with a stranger attacking a person out of the blue). 

Do I recommend Irréversible? No. Not unless you're already the kind of person who knows what it's about and knows you can handle it. I personally avoided this film for years and when I finally saw it, I thought "wow, it's actually a good movie!" Art comes in many forms. Sometimes art is a Rococo painting of a beautiful woman lying in a meadow, and sometimes art is a crucifix dipped in urine. So while I don't *recommend* Irréversible, I do think it's a good movie. 

Grade: A very cautious B+

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Wolf Creek

Wolf Creek is a very straightforward horror film based loosely on the true story of the "Backpacker murders" that took place in Australia in the late 80s and early 90s. 

English tourists Liz and Kristy join their Australian friend Ben on a road trip down the Great Northern Highway in Australia. They make a stop at Wolf Creek National Park and when they try to leave, realize their car won't start. They flag down a trucker named Mick Taylor (John Jarratt, who plays a very entertaining psychopath here), who offers to tow them to his camp and fix the car. Since it's already dark, the trio will have to spend the night in Mick's camp. 

The next morning, Liz wakes up bound and gagged. Though she is able to untie herself, she hears Kristy screaming before she can run away from the camp and decides to rescue her. Sure enough, Mick is a serial killer who especially delights in torturing young women--and even has the remains of the last unfortunate woman to run across Mick hanging in his shed!

The women manage to escape, but are pursued by Mick. Is there a happy ending? Hahaha, you'll just have to watch it to find out! 

Wolf Creek is good, but not great. It's pretty much a typical slasher and I didn't find it to be anything special, other than the fact that the killer sounded like Crocodile Dundee. It did contribute to my "reasons to never visit Australia" list though!

Grade: B


Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Saturday Night Cabin Fever

 Specials: Inside

20,000 years of this, 7 more to go.

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Years from now, we're going to look back on 2020 and 2021 (and if that Delta variant has anything to say about it, maybe 2022, and 2023...) and point to certain pieces of culture as representative of the "pandemic years". I'm quite convinced that Bo Burnham's Inside will be among the most often pointed to. Watching it with my friend, I said "This really is the Michelangelo's David of the pandemic". 

I think that's because while Inside is very much *about* the pandemic specifically (it is titled "Inside", after all), it's also about "our time" in a bigger way. Infused with a humor so dark that it stops being humor and starts being tragedy, Burnham captures "That Funny Feeling" about living in what truly feels like the end times. 

In fact, for all the accolades Burnham's songs "White Woman's Instagram" and "Problematic" have received in the glowing reviews for this special, I think "That Funny Feeling" is the song of Inside. It's the point at which Burnham's comedy transforms into something transcendent. It's a song about grief. It's a song about coming to terms not just with one's own eventual death, but the fact that no matter if one had children, wrote a book, started a company, spent their life giving to charity...in enough time, all of that will end and any trace of humanity's existence will be washed away on the shores of eternity. Heavy stuff for a comedy special.

But what is comedy if not acceptance of truth persisting, right? It is the role of the Fool, the Jester, to be the one person who is allowed to tell the truth. And the truth about this pandemic is not so much that it broke people, or that it cracked Capitalism open wide, but that it forced all of us to contemplate our own mortality. And I guess if you didn't spend at least some amount of time during the quarantine coming to terms with the fleeting nature of existence, enjoy that denial my friend. 

Burnham serves as Fool, as Philosopher, and as Therapist. He uses his self-aware white guy persona to lure us in, joking that maybe he--a white guy--should "shut the fuck up" before admitting "I'm bored", and pointing out that we can truly heal the world with comedy. He then sings about Facetiming with his mom (she will regale him with the plot of the season six finale of The Blacklist) and sexting (he tries to take a picture of his dick, but the flash makes his dick look frightened). Burnham begins his special with exactly what you think it will be--a humorous reflection about moving all of life indoors and onto the internet.

And then comes "White Woman's Instagram", which some people complained was sexist, but they're obviously wrong and annoying, because it's a great song that accurately captures the je nais se quois of a certain type of Insta account which features "a golden retriever in a flower crown" and "incredibly derivative political street art". But then, Burnham hits us with this:  

Her favorite photo of her mom

The caption says:

"I can't believe it

It's been a decade since you've been gone

Mama, I miss you

I miss sitting with you in the front yard

Still figuring out how to keep living without you

It's got a little better, but it's still hard

Mama, I got a job I love and my own apartment

Mama, I got a boyfriend, and I'm crazy about him

Your little girl didn't do too bad

Mama, I love you, give a hug and kiss to Dad"


It's at this point when the first clue that this special might be about something deeper than just goofing on Millennials and their quirks. In the middle of some soft jabs and ribbing is a moment of human empathy. A moment of connection. 

As the special continues, the tone shifts over and over from lighthearted to comedically dark (my favorite moment is Burnham's exchange with "Socko", the politically aware sock puppet) to "Is Bo Burnham ok? He's joking about suicide a lot and he looks like he hasn't showered in weeks." The line between entertainer and "one of us" gets frighteningly blurred. Inside often feels like both Burnham and the viewer are going through the stages of grief together, with "The Funny Feeling" being the stage of acceptance: 


Total disassociation, fully out your mind

Googling "derealization," hating what you find

That unapparent summer air in early fall

The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all


This is some real shit, and it's something most people never really look at too closely. If you think about it, most people avoid feeling their feelings--and not just the "bad" ones. Feelings, even good ones, are often quite uncomfortable and "luckily" we have all this shit: alcohol, pot, Ben & Jerry's, sex, online shopping, video games, etc that allow us quick and easy escapes from sitting quietly with our feelings and just accepting them for what they are. We do so much to avoid being human, and in fact we have built our modern society around ways to escape our own feelings, as well as our responsibility to our fellow humans. Is the world any more fucked up than it was 100 years ago? I don't believe so. I think with every gain we make, we give up something else or make some sort of trade off. The major difference is that with the internet, we simply know more about the fucked up stuff nowadays.

There is no sweet ending to Inside, but nor is there a hopeless ending. We watch Burnham leave "his" house (it's actually clearly a set) and then get locked outside. As he tries desperately to get back in, a laugh track plays over his fear and anxiety, and he crumples into a ball on the ground. Cut to Burnham watching this scene on his laptop. He smiles, and the special is over. The perfect ending to a perfect piece of art: the mixture of fear, sadness, humor, and self-awareness that encapsulates everything that came before it. 

Inside is a must watch for anyone with an iota of self-awareness. You're gonna laugh, and you'll probably cry too. Life is an absurd spectacle that ultimately ends in death, as well as the death of everyone and everything you love. It is up to us to give it meaning and purpose. Whether we like it or not, we're here. So, we may as well Facetime our moms and ask what they thought of the finale of The Blacklist.

Grade: A+