Apparently it took three years of director Marcus Dunstan
banging his head against a wall, but a sequel to The Collector, which nobody in
the world ever wanted, finally arrived. I gotta level with you guys: I still gave this too much credit. Once
again, after watching the often jumbled and incoherent first film with its lack
of any plot, I figured maybe THIS one
would finally explain some of the things that needed explanation and give us a
slightly more cogent film.
Heh heh heh … man, I’m an idiot. Excuse me for expecting
even the least bit of intelligence, even the evidence of one brain cell used at
all, in a movie. I’m sorry – I’m so sorry for expecting something so
outrageous.
Director: Marcus Dunstan
Starring: Josh Stewart, Emma Fitzpatrick
We start off with a little girl and her father in a car,
with the dad saying he’ll always protect her and be there for her. Given
cinematic laws of irony, of course a truck slams into the car right then,
violently overturning it and starting a fire – you know, it happens. The father
is thrown out of the vehicle, but the daughter is caught inside. Luckily, some
random guy is there to save her. I’m just so glad we kicked off RIGHT where the
last movie left off.
Then we get some news reports about how The Collector is
this serial killer who can’t be stopped, he’s killed so many victims, blah blah
blah – we get several scenes of policemen and firemen recounting exactly how
powerless they are to beat this guy. The basic gist of these scenes is “We have
no idea what we’re doing!” This is the same killer who couldn’t catch a ten
year old girl in the last movie, mind you – just throwing that one out there.
We also get some background information on Arkin and his
situation – apparently he’s a thief with multiple convictions and the lady from
the first movie was his wife. Why wasn’t any of that in the first movie again? It
wasn’t like you just had so much else
going on in that fuckin’ movie that you couldn’t have said a damn thing to
explain YOUR MAIN CHARACTERS at all?! Hey though, I guess it’s understandable.
We really needed every second of that one; even the scenes of the wife with the
mafia debt! Which, by the way, is never brought up again – never even mentioned once – in this entire movie.
We then get even more
stuff that connects to the last movie when we get a teenage girl whose
boyfriend stands her up because he has to work. She gets a call from her best
friend, though, and says no, she wants to stay inside. Two seconds later she
looks out the window and sees her friend’s car in the driveway, and this suddenly
makes her want to go now. Yeah, because crossing out the line in the script
where she said she definitely didn’t
feel like going would’ve been too much work, huh, assholes?
Oh, forget it – there are worse things to complain about.
Like how the friend for SOME reason is bringing her little brother along and
lecturing him about how to get laid. Because you know, most young women love
bringing their dorky teen brothers along on nights out and ALWAYS lecture them
on how to get laid! This is real life, I swear!
They go to some dance club where the bouncer, I guess, is trying to be Punk Rock Genghis Khan:
The Mongolian warrior race is taking awkward steps into the new world. |
We then get, in this 75 minute movie, a few minutes of
nothing but people partying. I really think these scenes were necessary to the movie! After all, what
would this experience be without shots of people dancing to dubstep music at a
club? Certainly not complete, I do
say! What, do you think horror movies should be about horror? Pfft.
But unfortunately that wonderfulness comes to an end as soon
as the main girl, Elena, wanders off and trips one of the Collector’s traps …
yes, he put traps in a dance club. I guess he was really counting on some
random person wandering off into a dark enclosed room and tripping over a wire.
Also, where was security in this? It would sorta make sense if he bought them
off – not really, it’d be stupid, but at least it would be an explanation! But
they never say so, so I guess it’s more of Dunstan’s “full frontal lobotomy”
style directing – as in, you’d have to have one to enjoy anything in this piece
of shit.
We do have more gore, though! We have industrial-size razors
descending from the ceiling and slaughtering everyone en masse:
And also a steel cage that slowly crushes everyone inside it
to a bloody pulp:
Yeah, you know those characters the movie just spent ten
minutes sorta building up as important? They all just died horribly with very
little climax or resolution! I so love writing, especially the kind where you
don’t actually have to tell a story
at all – you can just mash your fingers on the keyboard and send off whatever
dribble comes out. Or so this movie is teaching me.
But fuckin’ seriously; let’s do some math. This movie is 73
minutes long, and we’re about 15 minutes in when Arkin shows up for the first
time. That leaves us with less than an hour of actual movie that’s moving the plot forward with characters we actually see
for more than a scene or two. Last time I checked, even Uli Lommel’s fetid
feces-pile of a movie Black Dahlia was longer than that. This is practically home-video length. I mean come on!
This movie would be improved by black and white shots of the cops talking about eating breakfast I think. |
On second thought, I should be praising Dunstan for making
this goddamned abomination of a film as short as possible. Next time I will
personally fund his movie if he agrees to cut out all footage down to 10
minutes total, including credits at the beginning and end. Open offer, Dunstan!
Take it any time!
I just have to wonder, did these people even go to a
legitimate rave? Or was this whole thing just some underground seedy event at a
slaughterhouse out in the middle of nowhere?
Speaking of that,
what was the Collector even thinking doing this? What was his thought process
like? We know he likes to do bloody
kill scenes and only take one person
– so what difference does it make whether or not he kills a whole warehouse
full of people? It’s never really established whether or not he planned to take
Elena specifically. In fact, it does
seem to be just random, which is dumb on its own. But dude, if he did really want to take her, if that was the case,
why do it THIS way? Why not ambush her car, or do it at her house?
As much as I’d like to think ANY of this had a structure or
a point to it, no – I’ve already been fooled by this series too many times and we’re not even
halfway through this one yet. Every time I think there’s some sort of
explanation to a plot hole, it turns out there isn’t and it was just empty,
thoughtless crap. Thoughtless crap used as a vehicle for GORE!!! And nothing
else. You goddamn hacks.
Sigh … so, fortunately
for the universe, Arkin survived this long and escapes from a window
Batman-style, leaving Elena to be kidnapped. What an awesome guy.
Arkin gets picked up by some medics and police, who arrest
him on the spot. But what’s really
funny to me is the only thing we hear the paramedic say: “Please note this
scratch on his arm is self-inflicted.” Yeah, because when a guy comes into your
ambulance bloodied up to Hell and having just fallen out of a second-story
window, it’s important where ONE SCRATCH came from!
"Please also note that he has a freckle on his left shoulder." |
So in the hospital, Arkin is approached by a strange man who
offers him a chance to get out of jail time if he helps them go back into the
Collector’s lair and save Elena. The guy also says he’s a vigilante from some
rogue mercenary group, so I’m really
not sure how they’d ever get Arkin a pardon from jail time. But I guess Arkin
is a mentally retarded person, so this never crosses his mind and he accepts
immediately.
We then get introduced to the most generic group of
mercenaries ever. I’d like to issue a public apology to Ghost Rig, as this
movie’s mercenaries makes theirs look like the cast of The Thing in comparison.
What are their personalities, you ask? They’re assholes … that’s it … I know,
stop the presses; my heart is just tearing
up right here. I’ll be devastated if these characters die.
Oh, and guess how Arkin finds the location he was taken to,
even despite having been in a box the entire time? You’re gonna love this shit
– apparently he made tally marks on his own flesh every so many feet, and also
memorized exactly where the vehicle he was in turned. Through this, Arkin has somehow
figured out exactly where the Collector’s secret hideout is. You know, I was
all prepared to decry this as completely insane and unrealistic, even less
plausible than the traps in the first movie. However, I’m also pretty sure this
is just how they teach Boy Scouts to navigate the woods these days. Just, tie ‘em
up in a burlap sack and make them carve lines into their flesh to figure out
where they’re going. It works, I swear!
"I also have a map of New York City carved on my belly with a butter knife from the last time I was in this situation." |
They go to the abandoned hotel where the Collector
apparently has set up shop in his Jigsaw Killer-wannabe lair – in fact I’m
almost positive he’s just a Jigsaw-worshiper; probably sat in his room as a kid
jerking off to kill scenes from SAW 1 and 2. Oh, am I talking about the
Collector here, or Marcus Dunstan? Guess it’s hard to tell.
One guy, looking at the hotel, says “It looks deserted.”
Well gee, personally I expected the Collector to be operating out of the Hilton
down the street, but whichever! They go in and the movie just gives up and
becomes a shitty First Person Shooter game with “zombies” coming out and
attacking them:
Press X! PRESS X!!! |
After that, we get Elena somehow easily escaping from her
box – oh, who am I kidding; it doesn’t surprise me at all that he’d make it
this easy to get out. It wouldn’t be something worth mentioning if not for the
incredibly dull and cliché scene where the Collector is “searching” for her. I
put that term in quotes because really it’s the same crap as every modern
serial killer movie – he doesn’t really try to look, instead he just moves
around slowly while she lies immobilized, then he lets some spiders walk around
over her:
Oh put a sock in it. It's just Andrew Garfield's little buddies coming to save the day! |
Snooooooooooooore.
After that, we get some aimless wandering around the
Collector’s house. Nothing’s really going on, but the movie just wants to show
us how cool all the scenery is! This
warehouse is literally every over the top serial killer cliché ever, from the
grimy looking walls to the petrified human beings in glass tanks and the
abundance of goofy looking mannequins and kids’ dolls:
It’s just worthless shit; I don’t have any other words and I
see no reason to beat around the bush. Clearly Dunstan and whoever he actually
conned into working on this crap had no real ideas, and just fell back on the
most bottom-of-the-barrel, dead-eyed cliché that only hack writing and lots of
pandering could come up with.
So Arkin stumbles upon a girl nailed to a wall, begging for
help. True to his character, he hides and watches while she gets murdered, even
though he clearly had time to help her out. No, he never dwells on this, and
the movie does not treat it like a big deal or even like he did something
wrong. I really hope this piece of shit character gets what’s coming to him in
the end – like a bee hive over his head and a blowtorch to his balls.
(Hint: he doesn’t get any of those things.)
Then we get the mercenaries finding Arkin and threatening
him because he split up from them. I’m so glad the movie worked SO HARD at
making us like these abominable assholes,
because then we get the old “killer appears right behind them and they don’t
listen even when main guy tries to warn them” trick. If I still had any faith
in mankind at this point, I’d be so
disappointed! He strings up the one lady and just lets her swing around upside
down. Presumably she’s going to be tortured, but I think it’s funnier to
imagine if she just kept swinging around upside down forever in a continuous
loop.
They find Elena and Arkin then has a brilliant idea to try and get help – he leans out an opening in the
window with his gun and shoots a homeless person. Yes, the main character of
the movie just shot a homeless person – you didn’t imagine that.
I'll give the movie this one measly caveat - there's no other film where the hero shoots homeless people. But then, I don't think THAT is a goal worth celebrating! |
The ambulances
get there in like two seconds flat; what, were they right around the fucking
corner just lounging?
The Collector somehow traps them all in a cage. Arkin tries
to reach the latch and let everyone out, but he can’t do it unless they
re-break his arm – basically just an excuse for more gore. But any excuse to
hurt Arkin is fine by me! And military chick re-sets Arkin’s arm immediately
after they get out, anyway. I personally would find it hilarious if they got
stuck in another cage right after and had to re-break and re-set Arkin’s arm
all over again. But the movie isn’t catering to my sense of humor.
Instead we get a lame-ass fight scene, where the Collector
is somehow beaten down by Arkin – yes, he’s beaten up by a man with a broken arm.
I’m so close to the end at this point, I just don’t care.
We also get some despicably lame slo-mo shots of Elena
destroying everything afterward – really, you’re trying to pass THIS off as
epic? Really now?
So they all get saved and go home. We then cut to another
scene of the Collector arriving home. He turns on the radio broadcast to some
stuff about his murders, but is surprised when it’s switched to banal music
that sounds something like a less imaginative Meshuggah – which is saying
something. He goes downstairs and Arkin is there, waiting for him with a gun to
his head.
Arkin says he’s going to “make the Collector feel everything he felt” with a smarmy,
shit-eating self-obsessed smirk on his face. Then we fade out as he starts
making out with the Collector passionately.
Am I making that last part up? Who gives a shit; it’s not
any less stupid than what actually happens anyway.
I hated this movie – like, burning, blood-red, worst-enemy
hatred. When I started writing this review, I was filled with an overwhelming
urge to just skip talking about the
film and spend the review bashing Dunstan and the movie unrepentantly, without
any remorse. I’m really not exaggerating at all – this movie filled me with a
rage unusual for this blog, and it’s not something I really like to incite in myself – I don’t do
these things exactly on purpose. I may watch some bad movies, but watching
something that hurts me this much is
not the intent behind Cinema Freaks, not at all.
This is a waste of time as big as any I’ve seen, with
absolutely nothing redeemable about it. What miniscule scraps of plot we got
from the last film are long gone, replaced here with silly “joke” horror
alternating with SAW-fellatio to a degree so flagrant the only way it makes
sense is because, surprise, Marcus Dunstan was the guy behind the last four
(also god-awful) SAW movies. Because really he isn’t even trying anymore – even
the set design is indistinguishable from a SAW sequel. You might as well have just
slapped SAW 8 on the cover; it wouldn’t matter anyway. There’s no imagination,
no scares, no character – nothing but pure, undiluted hate for the audience,
and for horror in general.
If you want some more specific critiques ... well, the killer is never explained, his motives are left almost entirely untouched. Not every horror film needs tons of exposition, but with one like this, focused solely on one man doing such specific, strange things, you at least need some bare scrap of it so our imaginations can have something to work with.
The plot threads from the last movie are pretty much discarded. Both the little girl who Arkin saved from the house AND his own family, in trouble with loan sharks who may or may not have been involved with the mob, are never addressed here. They were barely there in the first one, and they're nonexistent in this one.
That would be fine if the new plot elements in this were better, but even the plot introduced in this film is just glanced over, and for what? Gore. Gore, gore and more gore; and oh, don't forget the tepid horror cliché all over this yet again like dog turds on a newly cut lawn. If the film didn't even try to set up anything beyond the gore, it would be one thing. It would still be bad, but at least it wouldn't have any pretense about what it is. The fact that they set up such a flimsy, half-assed story to try and posture this as an actual story we were supposed to get invested in just comes off as extremely dishonest and like Dunstan didn't really give two shits what he was doing. The places where you're supposed to care about the characters are glazed over like a drunk college student doing a term paper the night before, and as a result, the entire thing is frustrating at best and absolutely deplorable at worst. It's a lazy, trashy, poorly done movie in every aspect.
When I finished watching this, I was mostly just sad. I was
sad I had spent my time even watching this filth at all; sad that anyone would spend time watching this
instead of doing anything else at all. I felt bad for wasting 75 minutes of my
life on this crap instead of reading a book, doing some writing, watching any
other film – pretty much anything would’ve been an improvement over watching this
movie.
So let this be a warning, dear readers … this movie is the
cinematic equivalent to getting curb-stomped.
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i hate you like i hate no other person. i don’t care that this review is 8 years old. you probably don’t even remember this movie, and you might not even see this comment. but god I hate you. must you suck the joy out of everything? holy fuck. seriously go fuck yourself. you don’t deserve to watch any movie after this.
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