The Collector Review
Death has always been a spectator sport. Whether it is through the vicarious experience of what may come to us or a desire to witness a final judgement on others, there are always plenty of us willing to watch the descent into lifelessness.
From the writer of Saw 6, Saw 3D and Feast 3 comes the latest experience in murderous voyeurism. The Collector features a seemingly motiveless cypher of a monster who visits bodily corruption on his victims. A chance burglar must fight this home invading family defiler and we are simply here for the ride. All for our viewing pleasure and our base depravation.
Offering a nearly empty drawing of the monster, much like the Saw films, the film leaves the question of why this is all happening parked in the space for disabled consciences. With no proper reason, motivation or explanation the narrative action is surrendered to the third party desire to consume these images. In actuality, The Collector's lack of real motive means that he becomes a receptacle for the audience's. He exists so we can see carnage and human harvesting - this monster does what the viewer wants him to.
Does that make you feel uncomfortable? Does the serving up of disembowelment, rape of the flesh and the use of a child as bait make you feel less than you did when you started to watch this entertainment? Does the complete lack of conscience of the filmmakers and money makers make you wretch?
Now I can happily enjoy transgression in my horror films, but what separates the Human Centipede from The Collector in my mind? Well, that's down to two factors. Firstly, The Human Centipede accepts its obscenity and does not attempt to eroticise or consumerise it. More importantly though, originality and imagination shine through in a work that Marcus Dunstan, the director of The Collector, could only copy and commercialise because it was expected of him.
The Collector is a film that watches human beings much like a cat watches a mouse before it ends its misery. Detached, amoral and thoroughly empty - the eponymous monster is not the only sociopath involved in this affair. By watching and paying for this kind of film more like it will be made, and you will feed the monstrous human beings who created it.
If in watching and thinking about The Collector you don't ask yourself what kind of monster would do these things, and then don't realise that that monster comes from within a fellow human, then you become the monster that you see. To excuse evil by not understanding it is a crime, and good horror and good drama never does this. Do not feed this beast, do not watch this soul sucking shite.
Now if that wasn't enough of a warning and you're still interested in this film then you need to know that it's on a region B single layer Blu-ray. The transfer is as grainy and metallic looking as intended from the mediums used in filming this affair. Presented at 2.35:1, encoded using the AVC/MPEG 4 codec and with a frame rate of 23.98 per second. Contrast is very good, shadow detail stands up well and edges are as natural as anything else in this very artificial looking film.
With lossless and lossy sound options, sound design is effective across the soundstage and the appalling music, obvious effects and dreadful dialogue are never presented poorly.
The extras are all offered in full HD and a welcome trailer for Let Me In is included as well. The alternate ending would truncate the film by 10 minutes, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but would have been the worst... ending... ever.. if it had been chosen. The two extra scenes are pretty dull and useless but of a similar standard to the rest of the film. The music video from Nico Vega is something I'll let others comment on as I recline in my pipe and slippers.
Do not feed the beast. Stop and don't even waste your time or more importantly your soul on this piece of effluent.