Michael Moore v the Establishment, Jennifer Aniston's heartbreaks, teen vampires . . . Enough is enough
We movie-lovers are facing a problem: too much of a good thing. A couple of films where morally flawed people are compelled to surgically remove their own limbs in order to free themselves from fiendish traps (and learn a valuable lesson about friendship at the same time) are fine. Maybe three. But we are now on Saw VI – released last month – and in my view, speaking as a fan of exposed innards, the once-scintillating formula is going stale. The violence that was such a pleasant, mischievous innovation in the first movie is starting to seem rote, manipulative, and, yes, even a little bit sadistic.
The same could be said of the hedonists-in-the-abattoir genre. The first time we were treated to the spectacle of innocent tourists, or hapless skiers, or self-absorbed vacationers being disembowelled by, say, renegade South American organ harvesters, it seemed like a fun idea – especially if the victims had it coming. But lately the genre (the Hostel and Turistas