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The Collection and Dinner at Green New American Vegetarian

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The Collection It seems like every gory movie has its pièce de résistance. Maybe it's a razorblade to the eyeball or a stroll through a pit of syringes or severing the Achilles tendon. The Collection, despite all of its flashing scenes of slicing and impaling, found its moment in Arkin's (Josh Stewart) forearm, which underwent a series of breaks and resets with accompanying crunching noises throughout the entire film.
The Collection, a prequel to indie horror flick The Collector, tells the story of a tragedy-ridden young woman named Elena who happens to look almost identical to Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta. She gets led to a party in some creepy warehouse, despite numerous pervasive news reports about a sadistic mass murderer on the loose. One thing leads to another and she ends up in a house of horrors--a labyrinth of booby traps and human taxidermy--and has to battle her way out. Meanwhile, Arkin leads a team of hired guns to save her, since he's the only one to have escaped from the Collector alive.

The gratuitous scenes of a wide array of stabbings and people getting smushed like jelly donuts bordered on comical, but in a way that wasn't completely atrocious. Even the Collector's breathy grunting and glassy shark eyes almost worked, and in an age of gore-centric film post-Human Centipede, that's about as good as it gets. After all, HC made us actually feel physically ill and that's pretty impressive. While The Collection didn't fully activate our gag reflex, that doesn't mean we're ready to chow down on meat anytime soon after.

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Heather Hoch is a music, food, and arts writer based in Tucson. She enjoys soup, scotch, Electric Light Orchestra, and walking her dog, Frodo.
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