Just when you thought he was dead and gone and we could all rest a little easier without Jigsaw bothering us with anymore of his laughable stunts, the old codger gasps for air and proves that he still has one more test to play out. Or seven if you believe the sequel news.

Yes, Jigsaw may be dead, but he made sure his life's work would be continued when he appointed detective Hoffman as his protege. It's sad really. He should have left well enough alone. Now he's repeating himself and like bad sequels, he's just getting sloppy.

We get the point. People are mean, they don't appreciate what they have, they are selfish, greedy and they throw their lives away. They forget to call their mom on her birthday and sometimes feed their dog a little late. Occasionally they drive their cars too fast or don't tell the cashier she has given them too much change. So let's kill them and make it all better.

And what is truly the most disappointing aspect is that 'Saw' is not even clever anymore, which is a criminal offence for a series, which in its prime, managed to create a tight and twisty thriller around two guys sitting in a bathroom.

So this time around we get some insight into Hoffman's motivations, although it's very hard to care why he does what he does. And on the other side we have five nasty and secretive people stuck in a series of traps fighting to escape. And before you get excited, no, the one part of the plot has nothing to do with the other.

There is a cameo from Billy (I mean what's a 'Saw' movie without a tricycle riding puppet?) and for the rest of it, it's blood and guts (quite literally) and more blood and guts and when you get tired of that there is even more blood and guts.

It's neither a fun nor interesting ride. In fact, it's little more than a squelchy disconnected mess of torture porn moonlighting as a thriller. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's time for Jigsaw to stop playing games and grow the hell up.