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movie review

Don’t expect reward for surviving tedious horror sequel

‘The Collection’

It may sound odd to call the horror film “The Collection” joyless, but if you can’t have a little fun while killing, maiming and torturing people, why bother?

The movie, a sequel to 2009’s gorenographic “The Collector,” about a psychopathic kidnapper with a fondness for bondage hoods and booby traps, is notably dull and repetitive, even by the standards of an already repetitive genre.

There are, however, a couple of startling set pieces, which should please fans of this sort of thing.

The opening scene, set in a techno dance club, features a massacre by means of a soil-tiller-like mechanism that churns through the sweaty crowd, reducing several dozen sexy extras to a pile of buff, if bloody, body parts in a matter of minutes. This is the MO of the killer (played in the first film by Juan Fernandez and here by Randall Archer, with a wordless menace that somehow manages to feel stiff and amateurish, even under a face-obscuring mask): gruesome mass murder, followed by the kidnapping of a single remaining victim.

In “The Collection,” that victim is dance-club patron Elena (Emma Fitzpatrick), a rich kid who soon finds herself crammed into in a steamer trunk next to the survivor – and hero – of the first film, petty criminal Arkin (Josh Stewart).

He somehow manages to escape; she doesn’t. The action of this film centers on the mission to rescue Elena by a team of mercenaries that Elena’s daddy (Christopher McDonald) has hired. They force Arkin, against his will, to lead them back to the Collector’s fetid, booby-trapped lair.

Met more by moans and groans of disgust than by screaming, the film is a slightly below-average example of what contemporary horror has become.

It isn’t so much scary as it is depressing.