Well it is that time. Saw IV. Huzzah. Okay it honestly isn’t that bad but like always, we start with what doesn’t work. While I believe in the last installment I complimented a once again returning Darren Lynn Bousman’s more varied angles and lighting choices, but a lot of this film is just pure garish yet somehow filthy neon lights, pukey greens and blinding reds. Likewise, this film has a couple of the most jarringly bad transitions I’ve ever seen a mainstream film attempt and the editing seems to have regressed back to seizure inducing standards of the first couple of movies. There are so much more law enforcement characters jammed into this film that its hard to really give a damn about any of them or their personal journeys, and a couple don’t even have names, just a random scene or two. While I appreciate that the well was starting to run dry on Jigsaw lore for the flashbacks but they couldn’t really lose that key aspect of the film, a melodrama about his happy-turned-tragic
Last year I bought a used copy of a DVD box set called The Bombs, Babes & Blockbusters of Cannon Films because I am totally fascinated by the story and products of Golan and Globus which gets told well in an excellent documentary (Electric Boogaloo: The Wild, Untold Story of Cannon Films) included in the set. However, other than said documentary, it has just sat on my shelf untouched and unwatched for months so I thought what a better way than to break out of the horror realm for this blog briefly. So I decided to watch Masters of the Universe as the only one on the collection that could be described as having a genuine cult following. There are definitely issues. The Skeletor mask looks hilariously awful, like a bad Spirit Halloween costume, and it has a common problem with any of the facial prosthetics used in the film which is that they could not figure out how to keep the mouth moving looking weird and fake. None of the protagonists except Billy Barty as the purposefully hi