If Marcus Dunstan's latest opus is the kind of sadistically blithe exercise for 21st century horror fans, it swiftly reigns with lurid absurdity.
Dunstan and Patrick Melton (Feast and part of the latter installments of the Saw franchise) are the writing collaborators on The Collection, a follow-up (to the 2009 film The Collector) which concerns the exploits of a masked serial killer, a "collector of people." A psychopathic aurelian of sorts who might be akin to "The Silence of the Lambs" Jame Gumb operates now out of the eerie abandoned Hotel Argento.
The maniac pervasively lets loose with visceral contraptions without all the moralizing of a Jigsaw as the lovely, just dumped Elena (Emma Fitzpatrick) survives his lawn mowing of a rave. The original's protagonist, the pilfering somewhat successful family saving ex-con named Arkin (Josh Stewart) gets out of the dark-masked maniac's trunk not banged up enough to help a mercenary team funded by Elena's millionaire dad (Christopher MacDonald) get her back.
This vicious playhouse torture cinema revels in its morbid machinations that even seem to reach a subscious state as it seems to acknowledge better franchises by even highlighting the important slayings by its end. For some it has some nutty, murderous flair with spiders and razors as the cliches churn with the occasional twist, but The Collection takes the obsessions to a more burglarizing, too unappetizing degree.