"“Marcus Dunstan delivers another murderous, horrifying game of hide and seek...”"

Having already come face-to-face with The Collector (Randall Archer) and narrowly escaped with your life, you would know the horror and torture that would await you, should you dare to cross him again. Arkin (Josh Stewart) shows no fear when entering The Collector’s labyrinth, returning for more horrific bloodshed. It’s that classic horror film moment; the main character walks right into danger and you’re staring at the screen thinking surely this person has lost their mind; they are going to get annihilated. Except this time you’re forgetting one thing – this is Arkin O’Brien, not some scrawny jock or block-head military man. We know from the first film that if there is anyone that can take on this psychopath - it’s the guy that has beaten him before.

After almost escaping The Collector’s slaughter at a secret club, Elena Peters (Emma Fitzpatrick) was collected and taken back to his horrific house. Arkin, being the only one to have ever escaped, is forced to help get her back. This time he is flanked by a team ordered to rescue the collected daughter of the man that hired them, and from the outset we know none of them have any idea of the horror that lies within. Their operation seems hopeless and with crazed human-zombie mutations as guard dogs it’s difficult to see how they would even make it to the next floor of the house, let alone rescue the girl. As desperate as the task seems it turns into a tense, nail-biting fight to the end and you find yourself hoping that this time The Collector ends up in the box and not our hero.

With a human cheese press that literally grates flesh and bone, Marcus Dunstan delivers another murderous, horrifying game of hide and seek. Every inch of the Collector’s hell house is a twisted obstacle course that is almost impossible to navigate through safely. It’s even riddled with eerie paintings and humans preserved in formaldehyde; it seems that people are not the only things he collects in his house. All in all it resembles a Damien Hirst exhibition, but instead of animals, it’s exhibiting humans.

Like its predecessor The Collection was shot with film, but it has a cleaner more digital feel about it, there are more close-ups, sharper images and a better use of silence; which makes you jump more violently when one of the bear traps threatens to tear a hand off. It’s also been modernised for a more teenage audience and given a bit of a slasher film aspect to it, with scantily clad girls dotted about at the beginning.

Despite it moving on from the grainy, sophisticated thriller that The Collector was, its blood curdling horror surpasses its predecessor in all elements of gore, with even more disgusting scenes. Most importantly, Arkin O’Brien remains the mysterious heartthrob hero that he always was, and if anything, The Collection is even more terrifying.