Violent porno/pornographic violence - not a horror film, just know that

Rating: 2/10 (19 April 2006)

I watched this execrable dreck about 2 weeks ago, and it was one of THOSE experiences, one of those "Please, let me have those 2 hours back" experiences all film buffs fear and loathe beyond loathing. This is not a "film," per se; it's merely filmed. There is a difference.
Don't worry about spoilers. The real spoiler is the film itself. It reminds me of teenagers sitting around and saying, "Hey, I can think of a REALLY sick way for someone to die." That's precisely what this film is - filmed sickness. That Cary Elwes and Danny Glover (Danny Glover for God's sakes!) are in this movie at all speaks, I can only assume, to economic distress on their parts. Or, perhaps, a reading of the script over too many martinis. If I were either of them, I'd put a VERY large asterisk on my resume, like, pronto. Dissociating from this movie would be goals number 1, 2, 3...
The horror genre is a mythic one, holy to those of us who truly love it. This movie purports to be, wants to be, dies (if you will) to be a horror movie, but it assuredly is not one. It is a terror movie. And if that's your kind of genre - if you're into terror and its employments, while paradoxically NOT being terrified yourself, merely sickened 'n angered - then run, don't walk, to see Saw. But if you love the art of movies and the horror genre, I beg you, don't besmirch your psyche with this one. I watched it for you, and I offer my suffering through it to you, as a gift.
I sure as Hell wouldn't censor this, never ever. But I sure would toss it into flames, over and over again. Oh yes. I surely would.