I’ll tell you one collection this movie has no chance of ever winding up in…
“The Collection” is the sequel to 2009’s “The Collector”, a film which I haven’t seen, but I certainly didn’t need to in order to understand this.
A psychotic serial killer dubbed “The Collector” kills groups of people at a time, but captures the final survivor in order to add to his “collection”. He houses said collection in a large, seemingly abandoned hotel that he has customized into an elaborately booby-trapped labyrinth. After his latest mass murder – in which industrial mower blades decimate an entire rave – he captures the daughter of a man wealthy enough to send a mercenary squad searching for her (Emma Fitzpatrick). The squad finds someone who has recently escaped the Collector (Josh Stewart) and convinces him to lead them to the Collector’s lair, but they don’t realize what they’re in for.
It would be a misnomer to label “The Collection” torture porn… there are very few acts of torture shown (as if that’s a bonus, LOL. “They really don’t show that much torture!”). What’s more apt would be to call it booby-trap porn. People slowly walking down hallways, fearing trip wires and pressure plates, etc., because large, spring-loaded metal cages, air compressor fired spikes and bands of razor wire suddenly stretched taut await. Which is the sum and all of the film, really. People awaiting grisly demises, occasionally peppered with a glimpse into the Collector’s sick “Collection” of mentally broken captives and dissected body parts kept in glass tanks.
It’s borderline reprehensible, but as someone who grew up an enormous fan of the “Friday the 13th” series, I won’t be a hypocrite here. I’ve certainly enjoyed watching people put to death senselessly onscreen myself. Instead, I’ll attack from this angle… if you’re going to revel in the dispassionate slaughter of anonymous human fodder… at least have the balls to show it. This film made me yearn for the days of practical effects, where makeup artists like the legendary Tom Sevini reveled in creating vivid gore and sickeningly realistic kills. Here, there are certainly innumerable twisted and grotesque concepts presented, but much of it is implied and then cut away from… as if this movie wasn’t rated R. I’m certain that it was a budgetary choice and not an aesthetic one (obviously, creating those realistic kill shots is more expensive) but the result is that this movie doesn’t even have the guts to be the sick, stomach churning, gross out fest that would be its one single claim to fame. Instead all you’re left with is the shameful disregard for human life…
Atop of which, it’s poorly written and directed.
Yes, there really is no reason whatsoever to check this movie out unless you’re a blogger hungry for content, and even then you’d probably leave with a resentment that Hollywood couldn’t offer anything better. There’s nothing at all to it beyond the drivel of the high concept, and they don’t even deliver on that in a satisfying manner.