R (strong bloody violence, grisly images, strong language, brief nudity); 82 min.
A few years ago audiences watched in horror as Arkin (Josh Stewart) endured all manner of torture in Marcus Dunstan's The Collector. Now audiences get the chance to cheer/squirm along as Arkin exacts revenge in Dunstan's follow-up, The Collection.
The sequel picks up with Arkin escaping from The Collector's box during a sexually charged entrapment party at a dance club. But The Collector won't go long without a victim. After destroying dozens of people with his wicked assortment of crushing and slicing tools, The Collector takes gorgeous Elena (Emma Fitzpatrick) hostage.
Arkin's escape may be the salvation Elena needs from the demented Collector. Her father, injured in a car crash at the movie's beginning (a weird subplot that is somehow supposed to make us feel a special bond between father and daughter), hires a team of assassins to invade The Collector's compound and secure Elena. They will use Arkin as the tip of their spear and their bait.
Although Arkin owes Elena's family nothing and has never met the hired killers, there is an immediate and unbelievable hostility between the scruffy torture victim and the team's leader, Lucello (Lee Tergesen).
The Collection never hits audiences in the stomach with any immediate sense of danger, and the dialogue and most of the performances feel entirely too campy for the movie to be taken seriously. More than anything, the sequel feels like an excuse for Dunstan and his effects team to see how creative they could be in the bloody killing of people using all manner of pointy metal objects. And, no, The Collector's face is never revealed, so that leaves the door open for a possible third movie in the series.
-- Matthew Odam, Austin American-Statesman