Serial Killer Film
No booby, all traps!
This film was intended as a prequel to 2004’s Saw and seems very much in tone with its better cousin, but never truly feels a part of the blockbuster franchise that popularized torture and puzzle horror. Like Saw, though, its plot is set in a confined location rigged with deadly traps and furnished by vicious metal contraptions meant to kill slowly once remotely triggered.
It’s a gore fest that looks good, real, and therefore painful. The narrative is clustered but hides an intricate concept. The Collector is more than a slasher because the protagonist is given a backstory that makes him resilient and not innocent. He is the fool in the tarot deck. He turns an otherwise much sinister film into a horror action hybrid and a “what if” for the torture porn completist.
The Collector is an aggregation of tense, scary and shocking moments. It suffers from a mythology too compact and covers too much ground at once to keep the mainstream audience focused, but can still be considered second to top tier in its subgenre. The only issue, here, is that the screenplay strives to merge two or three dense concepts into a very simple story spanning over a few hours only.