What to say about this film. These films always got by on the skin of their teeth because there was a detective story in the mix, but I don't think that is enough to make this franchise a worthy thing. It has the after effect of watching some video posted on You Tube that shows someone imploding for no reason whatsoever on a fashion runway. The word gross just doesn't cover it. I think folk who dig the thesis of a person being forced to dig a key out of their eye sockets or face being crushed by a 9000 pound weight over the space of the afternoon need to see a psychiatrist. Probably the most twisted material ever to hit the big screen, it is nothing more than a gore fest with little in the way of a plausible story keeping the whole thing together. The morality the killer character uses to justify his killings is not the most original thing I have ever heard-I prefer the reasoning of 'he wore black shirts' or 'she had a red car', but that's just me. Maybe what is repugnant is the seeking to make a logical reason for an abhorant and disgusting level of criminality. I always thought that time in jail was a more powerful crime deterent than execution. Maybe the film peddles the idea that executions are better than jail time. Maybe watching grass grow is better than this crap.