Of all the victims in David Fincher's "Seven," Lust is the one that makes me shudder the most. We don't see much of the deceased, and that makes it all the more horrifying. Instead, Fincher lets our imagination do all the work, later revealing a polaroid of the custom-made murder weapon and subjecting us to the sickening testimony of the brothel client who was forced to participate at gunpoint. It was also the scene I thought about in later years when I first watched 2004's "Saw." For me, the combination of baroque cruelty and the extreme sexual aspect provide a through-line from 1990s serial killer movies like "The Silence of the Lambs" to the torture porn subgenre James Wan's low-budget hit is often credited with kick-starting — and Fincher isn't happy with that association at all.

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