The Collection

An exercise in pure sadism, The Collection moves at a clip that leaps over plot holes in its race to elicit fright. No weighty psychology or physical logic freights this enterprise.

Just a pointless exercise in sadism.

People in Hollywood need to work and surely "The Collection" created a lot of jobs, but there must be a better way.

Dull and repetitive, even by the standards of an already repetitive genre.

Melton and Dunstan have created little more than a hollow shell for an empty box.

There's a bad movie every week, but it takes a special one to make you start anticipating the decline of Western civilization.

It is oddly generic right where the film most desperately need to be distinctive.

Fully honors what made the first film unique while also taking the terror to shocking new heights.

For all its foibles, The Collection is ultimately a slight improvement over its predecessor.

Some scenes not only ask us to suspend disbelief, they ask us to suspend rationality.