The Collection | Movie review
A klepto-killer sets his traps.
Published: December 7, 2012
A sequel to the little-seen 2009 grotesquerie The Collector, this unrelentingly nasty torture porn from Marcus Dunstan (screenwriter of Saws IV–VII) owes less to Hitchcock than Mengele. Opening with the mowing-down of a massive nightclub crowd, the movie proceeds to an abandoned hotel in “a part of the city rats won’t even shit on.” Our klepto-killer du jour has laid booby traps in every room. No word on the cost, but at least it’s sustainable? Brain-damaged victims have been recycled as the villain’s zombie guard dogs; an alcove of squishy limbs is filled with gasoline, making a flammable trap for anyone who lands there. Evolution has made humans averse to most of the horrors on display here.
Share with your network
Comment
It's okay to be a show-off.
With social reading, seamlessly share your favorite TOC articles, reviews and more with your Facebook friends, and check out what they're reading as well.
Share what you want, when you want: Once you've enabled social reading, easily enable/disable sharing anytime.
See what others are reading: With our new social activity feed, don't miss out on what your friends (and others) are reading.