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The Collector (2009). A ballet of mechanical paranoia and torture from the writers of Saw, this one is a splendid way to get your squirm on. The first act sets the tone for the attendees of this sick party, with the remaining time best left to discover new devices for body fluids and parts to abscond from their host to see the world. Saddled with plot holes, the driving force of this nasty flick does not allow time for such deliberations. The acting, especially lead Josh Stewart, was more than solid. The writing and direction were effective, the editing far from peaceful. The score was industrial strength creepy, creating an atmosphere of dread when the music stopped. Overall this was a great way to exercise the crinkle muscles of the forehead. Late.
Genruk
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