The Collection (2012)

I never saw the original “The Collector” but at this point I think it’s fair to say that you don’t really have to. “The Collection” is definitely a follow up to what is meant to be a trilogy of films, and the storyline isn’t exactly episodic. “The Collection” is not at all a bad movie, mind you. But it’s not as labyrinthian in its narrative as the “Saw” series continues to be. It sure does try to be, as it tells us very little about who the Collector is.

Young Elle is invited by her friends to an underground night-club and finds a young man named Arkin trapped in a red trunk. After releasing him, Elle is abducted by the Collector but Arkin escapes, seriously injured. Arkin is then kidnapped by mercenaries hired by Elle’s father Mr. Peters and led by Lucello to hunt down The Collector and rescue Elle. Arkin is forced to show The Collector’s hideout masked as an abandoned hotel. They go inside the place and soon they find that the place is protected by many booby traps and that the hunters might become the hunted.

I’d say that Marcus Dunstain’s “The Collection” is trashy, sadistic, amusement park fun and I had a good time with it. I’m not going to pretend it’s a masterpiece, but in a genre where directors like to up the stakes during sequels, “The Collection” hits that quota, big time. There’s still so many questions about the Collector, and his ability to build such a humongous lair that works as a museum to his sadism, and a funhouse filled with deadly booby traps (his trips to get coffee in the morning must be fun), but once you put that all in the back burner, the experience is good, schlocky junk food cinema. The Collector is a character depicted as something of a mastermind who takes better joy in hurting his prey rather than claiming them for his collection.

He’s left as mainly a voiceless entity who spends his time dodging the mercenaries, all of whom have to get through his lair without being viciously mutilated. Director Dunstain has a great time pitting his characters against these weird and far fetched booby traps, and pits the focus on his protagonists as much as he can. There’s grue, and gore, and considerable sadism injected, as the film’s pacing is breakneck fast. “The Collection” serves a duel purpose both as a sequel and potential final film in the intended trilogy. The epilogue pretty much wraps up the show, but I’m sure we’ll be seeing the Collector rise again sometime soon. The follow up to the original is such a good novelty, one that I could see re-watching during a boredom spell on a Saturday night.