The Collector is one of those movies that are hard to translate into a motion picture without stifling its essence and selling itself short.
The book, upon which this film is based, is a masterpiece, written by John Fowles.
This is where the problem lies, though, how can you capture that internal dialogue, the turmoil churning within each of the two characters simply by filming their facial expressions and body language?
You can't, except of course if you throw in some drawn-out voice overs, which'd go to show how desperate the director/screenwriter are for resorting to such desperate measures.
The Collector as a movie still does hold us captive to its offbeat nature and set of events, but comes short of too many things essential to the story.
The book, upon which this film is based, is a masterpiece, written by John Fowles.
This is where the problem lies, though, how can you capture that internal dialogue, the turmoil churning within each of the two characters simply by filming their facial expressions and body language?
You can't, except of course if you throw in some drawn-out voice overs, which'd go to show how desperate the director/screenwriter are for resorting to such desperate measures.
The Collector as a movie still does hold us captive to its offbeat nature and set of events, but comes short of too many things essential to the story.