Flashbacks.
Traps.
Jigsaw wreaking havoc from beyond the grave.
A new Jigsaw in town.
Spinning blades.
Flying entrails.
More plot contrivances than you can shake a thumbscrew at.
Getting quite tiresome, now.
Can't take much more of this.
Rapidly running out of steam.
Laboured.
Franchise in free fall.
If you listen carefully, you can just hear the sound of the scriptwriters desperately trying to tie together all the loose threads.
Failing.
Give up trying.
Plot groans under the sheer weight of it's own implausibility.
Where does he get the money from?
And the time?
Only 1 more to go and they've all been seen.
Oh the sweet mercy.
Enough now.
Enough.
Please, someone, make the bleeding stop.
2 out of 5
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