The interplay of light and shadow in this film was remarkably intricate, creating a backdrop that heightened and contrasted the atmosphere.
Intermittently, the deep and mysterious sound of drums resonated, resembling a venomous snake hissing hidden messages in the dark, its gaze unbridled.
As the plot advanced, clues unfolded gradually before the audience's eyes.
Various montage techniques were interwoven like decorations, maintaining the rhythm of the entire film.
Tension and release, the camera and visuals relentlessly stirred the viewers' hearts.
On the screen,
When Hugo heard the cries of his wife and daughter from his phone, his taut nerves finally snapped.
His eyes fixated on the handsaw on the ground, and a fierce glint gradually emerged from the emptiness.
"No, no, no... There's still a chance, don't do this." Jason seemed to grasp something, howling as he tried to prevent Hugo's actions.
The entire audience showed astonishment on their faces as well.
"Hoo... Ah... Umm..."
Hugo let out a suppressed shout, his movements incessant. The handsaw in his hands pulled back and forth at his ankle, the creaking sound of bones being sawed, so crisp, yet unintentionally inducing shivers down one's spine.
Close-ups of his face alternated with medium shots.
Every detail showcased Hugo's madness, evoking a chill from the depths of the audience's hearts.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
In the end, he succeeded.
Hugo lay prone on the ground, his entire body convulsing. However, he glanced back at his ankle, now freed from the shackle, and the gruesome sight of his blood-soaked ankle on the ground. His teeth trembled, as if enduring agony, yet a faint smile surfaced on his face.
The camera angle shifted, transitioning into a close-up shot.
A solitary foot lay on the ground, the marks of the wound's strain conspicuously displayed. Amid the muddled flesh and blood, the white marrow was still visible, oozing from the fractured ankle bone.
The camera pulled back, capturing Hugo struggling to drag himself forward, the blood from the wound forming a bloody path akin to a hellish specter.
He stared at the handgun in the corpse's hand not far ahead, then retrieved a bullet from his own pocket and loaded it slowly.
Amid Jason's incessant pleas for mercy, he pulled the trigger.
The gunshot – was it the end?
At this moment, the background music returned, its tone once again somber.
Hugo lay weakly on the ground, and suddenly, the restroom door swung open abruptly.
The man from the film's parallel subplot, the one who had kidnapped the doctor's wife and daughter, entered slowly.
Seeing the pitiable state of the two men, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Just when everyone in the audience believed the puppeteer behind the scenes controlled everything, Jason, who had seemingly been shot, suddenly rose with ferocity. He brandished the toilet lid menacingly, repeatedly smashing it onto the assistant's face. As it turned out, Lawrence had only grazed his shoulder; he hadn't aimed for the kill.
The assistant's bloodied and mangled face cast a fresh crimson hue over the camera.
Saved. That was what everyone thought.
Hugo struggled to crawl outside, gradually fading from view after promising Jason that he would bring the police to rescue him. His figure vanished behind the door.
Jason, who remained trapped in place, breathed heavily, gradually calming himself.
But before he could truly relax, fear and despair began to manifest in his gaze.
The incredibly enigmatic musical interlude, "Hello Zep," resounded at the perfect moment.
The music grew louder.
The corpse that had been lying in a pool of blood gradually stood up, twisting its head as if it found its sleeping position uncomfortable for its neck.
Inside the theater, all the audience members wore expressions of astonishment.
A sense of eeriness permeated the air. After enduring over 90 minutes of the plot, they hadn't anticipated such a stunning twist at the end.
At this moment, everyone's defenses against the enigma of the puppeteer behind the scenes were shattered.
A voice-over began, accompanying the memories of Jigsaw, and the complete chain of clues finally emerged.
"This person's name is John Kramer, and he has an inoperable tumor in his frontal lobe," the assistant said to Dr. Lawrence.
"I'm under the siege of a terminal illness, waiting for death to slowly take me," Jigsaw's self-narration revealed. "I despise those who are blind to their own blessings."
"People seldom appreciate life, but you won't have the chance to, Adam."
"Ah..." Amid Adam's desperate wailing, the door slammed shut once again.
"Game over."
With a resounding bang, Jigsaw forcefully shut the door, extinguishing the last glimmer of light on the screen. The screen plunged into darkness, leaving only Adam's despairing cries behind.
The cries gradually faded away, and the credits began to roll.
...
The film ended, and the theater remained incredibly silent.
The final climax and reversal, especially the portrayal of Jigsaw by J.K. Simmons, his every action and movement, not only tormented Adam's inner world but also led the audience on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
Not to mention the fact that this deranged killer had been lying there the whole time – a design that felt unbelievably ingenious every time you thought about it.
Watching a movie in a cinema is different from watching it alone at home. Some terrifying and shocking scenes might not impact an individual as intensely. However, in a movie theater, you can't help but be influenced by the emotions of those around you.
And so, everyone remained in silence, as the charm of watching a film in a theater worked its magic.
Slowly, the audience began to react.
This extraordinary movie was worthy of their applause and support.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
Soon, everyone began to applaud spontaneously.
Even some female audience members, whose faces had turned pale from fright, didn't hold back their applause. It was as if they were offering sincere applause despite their nervous laughter, giving the movie the recognition it deserved.
Lyman watched all of this unfold with interest, clapping his hands and looking at his companion, James. He seemed to have a misty glint in his eyes.
He's not crying, is he? Haha. Lyman chuckled heartlessly to himself, forgetting that when he himself received praise for "Buried", his reaction wasn't much better.
Lyman patted his shoulder and produced a tissue.
"Maybe you need this?"
Lyman raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.
James felt a bit embarrassed, lowering his head awkwardly to accept the tissue.
He wasn't sure why, but seeing the movie end, the applause from everyone, his nose felt a bit tingly. He realized that he wasn't someone who easily got emotional.
But for this moment, he had waited for far too long.
After three or four years of setbacks and preparation, the struggles during university, he had finally directed a film of his own. From planning to shooting on set and finally editing, "Saw" had consumed so much of his energy and effort.
Even so, he felt that it was all very much worth it. Being able to make a movie was worth everything. It had been his dream all along.
However, James wasn't particularly sensitive to his own emotions.
After a slight touch of emotion, he reined in his tears.
Amidst the thunderous applause, life continued, carrying its burdens forward.
Perhaps this movie wouldn't be a genre that everyone loved, but it was unquestionably a horror film worth the ticket price, exceeding the average standard.