The lights are in but the cabinet is really dirty
I watched a great trashy noir movie from 1949 last night called Jigsaw. This was obviously made by a bunch of beatnik proto dirty fucking hippies. (Watch it for free.) That should be enough to get what it’s about without giving the plot away although even I gasped when 20 minutes into the film the special prosecutor started making out with the widow of an early murder victim.
In my googling, I also found this. Someone needs to make a movie called Jigsaw about an evil jigsaw. No, really.