Quick show of hands, anybody frightened, shocked or spooked by the tenth torture porn tale in the “Saw” franchise?

Sure, it’s great seeing Tobin Bell back as the original “moral” judge, jury, torturer and exucutioner Jigsaw, aka John Kramer, here seen in a story set between two early installments (II and III, some say, but I couldn’t tell you) in “Saw X.” And I guess it’s fine that Shawnee Smith returns as the “assistant” and “protege” punisher of the morally/ethically lacking, as decreed by John Kramer.

But another two hours into the “Saw” franchise and we still don’t figure out how these insanely baroque torture-dismemberment “trap” games are engineered, or how Kramer developed the skills to whip them up in a flash, after getting the drop on this or that quarry.

The whole affair has a whiff of “Going through the motions” to it, as the self-butchery and slaughter visited upon “guilty” victims is handled without suspsense or pathos. One pitiless, perfunctory murder follows the next with a sort of shrug.

Well, using intestines as a lasso and other gory moments can be added to the “horrors we can’t unsee” that the “Saw” franchise has served up. But big deal.

John Kramer has just gotten his cancerous death sentence in this tale, and has crossed into Mexico where a Norwegian doc (Synnøve Macody Lund) has a new chemical cocktail and surgery regimen that should fix him right up.

Yeah, we know where this is going the moment that set-up is engaged. It’s just a matter of time before a group of those who tricked Mr. Kramer learn the many uses of the word “Jigsaw.”

The creepiness of the early films hung on the mystery of Kramer, the dispassionate hiss of his (unseen) pronouncements and the alarming doll/marionette he used as his avatar.

Merely seeing that revived here is worth little more than a shrug.

Hearing Kramer describe his “work” as “I help people overcome inner obstacles” isn’t clever or particularly cryptic.

And the death-dealing is just doing a gorier version of what we’ve seen in the earlier films.

Not casting bigger names than this lot doesn’t help, either. We’re light years away from an original film that made us care what happened to Cary Elwes and Danny Glover’s characters because of the agonizing dilemmas they faced.

Here there’s no empathy behind the camera or from the viewer. It’s just “Here’s another one. What can we do with her intestines that people haven’t seen in horror before now?”

If it wasn’t for the actors screaming — some of it more convincing than others — I swear I’d have dozed off before this hit the halfway mark.

Rating: R, graphic violence and lots of it, profanity

Cast: Tobin Bell, Shawnee Smith, Synnøve Macody Lund, Renata Vaca, Joshua Okamoto, Octavio Hinojosa, Paulette Hernandez and Steven Brand

Credits: Directed by Kevin Greutert, scripted by Josh Stolberg and Pete Goldfinger A Lionsgate release.

Running time: 1:58