Oh stop it. I can practically hear your groans coming through the computer. But before you get all up in arms, try to put yourself back in time by about a decade and strip away the overabundance of unnecessary sequels. Just think about the first time you watched this movie and remember how you came *this* close to needing a change of pants when the ending was revealed. The set-up is wonderful in its simplicity: Two guys, Adam and Lawrence, are chained up in a dilapidated bathroom, and must play a sick game constructed by a mass murderer/puzzle enthusiast to survive. Adam must escape the bathroom before 6 o'clock or he will die. Lawrence must kill Adam before 6 o'clock, or his wife and daughter will die. In the room with them are two hacksaws, a revolver, a tape recorder, and a dead body. All are essential to the story. As the film enters its tense final act, Lawrence saws off his own foot and shoots Adam with the revolver--wounding but not killing him--hoping to find a loophole in the rules. It works, and the door opens to allow Lawrence the chance to escape and find help. But after he leaves, Adam watches the body in the center of the room rise to its feet. Why, he wasn't dead at all. It was the very alive, very sadistic Jigsaw Killer.
