Review of The Collector

. . . walking along a beach, obviously trolling for her next male victim, many if not most viewers are hoodwinked into believing that THIS COLLECTOR is that classic film about the wicked water wanton who enticed many men into getting shorn of their family jewels after being entrapped in the surf and lured back to the serial neuterer's raunchily decorated abode. If you are considering making this mistake with THE COLLECTOR (1967), you're in for a big letdown. This talky gabfest is entirely unerotic, as any hint of a sensuous turn is tediously yakked to death. Plato often said that you cannot beat a dead horse, and the same thing applies to strumpets such as H.