Imagine if the madman from Saw watched Home Alone as inspiration for his next master plan of senseless killing. Bear-traps, trip-wires, a house where every corner presents a mortal danger, I wouldn't open that cookie jar if I were you. How to get out? How to survive the kitchen and the foyer? How to navigate the dangers of a house when torture traps are set up everywhere and a masked psycho with glowing eyes is slashing and cutting with razor sharp knives?
The actual killer, the character himself, is slow, deliberate, and evil. Without a word spoken, the guttural tortuous sounds and taunting whispers are pure sadism, and a means to a deadly, horrendous end. He's vulnerable, realistic, and a very well done, albeit underdeveloped character.
On the other hand, the setup, story, and character development is fairly nonexistent; and that's the problem. No real reasoning is given for the pointless murders, other than the killer lives up to the movie's namesake: He's a collector. In that respect, the movie is quite disappointing. Meanwhile, the protagonist - if you can call him that - is Arkin (Josh Stewart), a repairman who takes jobs at large houses just so he can rob them later. There is back story with his wife and a loan shark, but it's completely irrelevant to the moral dilemma he faces, whether it's fortune and flight, or a possibly fatal fight. I'm not really sure why it was included, and the movie would have been better suited to have one more relative - perhaps an alcoholic uncle staying on vacation - to eviscerate in a ridiculously contrived manner. Story and character development is simply non-existent or unimportant to the filmmaker's purposes. It's essentially the Panic Room without either the panic or moral obligation - not to mention superior acting - of Forest Whitaker.
The pace and tension, however, is very well done. Dark, creative kills, realistic blood and gore, a wonderfully done disembowelment, and enough torture-porn to appease even the most ardent horror buff, but not the most keen cinema fan.
Go to quicken your pace, to arrest your heartbeat, and to rip your fragile home-owner securities to shreds. Recommended for the non-pretentious movie fan or horror aficionado who wants a plotless, pulse-pounding smorgasbord of blood.