My belief that cinema can be art and film can open your eyes to a profound message was not aided by watching Saw 7. In fact I will invoke a quote from Ray Romano who once said, “look how much it takes to bore me.”

The only glimmer of light from this chapter in the Saw series is that they are promoting it as if it were the last one. Don’t be fooled though, that’s just a marketing gimmick.

The movie’s plot is not worthy of discussion because that’s not what we go to see the Saw movies for. We want to see the contraptions that produce heaping mounds of gore, while tearing people from limb to limb. The illogical storylines that filled in the remaining gaps were mind numbing and possibly worthy of asking for a refund.

I also can’t say this is a horror movie. I found nothing that invoked horror. It was gory, but it’s a dull gore that you think of when you see roadkill. It’s gross, but as soon as you pass it by, you don’t give it another thought. The semi-grizzly climax will only serve to confuse and annoy those who doesn’t know the back-story of Saw.

I can say the film was not lacking a host of body parts and guts that somewhat come flying at you with the 3D technology. It’s OK, because you could really careless about the characters, or the pieces of them.

Save your money and spend it on Halloween candy instead. I guarantee, it will be more satisfying.