The Collectors

This is undoubtably the greatest crime movie of ALL time. Casper Van Dien makes the transition from Starship Troopers as well as Rick Fox does from the basketball court. It is a tale like no other. Two partners in crime, who hail from different world, join together to commit the scandel of a century. One is black, one is white, yet somehow, amidst their differences, through hard times, deadly circumstances and the wittiest of dialogues, they realize they are not that divided and prevail. If you have enough money, I would suggest you tattoo the words, "The Collectors," to your forehead and to the foreheads of your progeny. Then hop on a plane to some third world nation, spreading its word to the sick and the starving. Rick, you Fox!

The on-screen interactions between Casper Van Dien and Rick Fox (I) are natural and unrehearsed. Their characters literally flow through the dialog. I wonder if they are close friends off screen, for them to make this movie look so easy. Now, I don't know if real 'Collector's' work like they portrayed the parts, but I bet they wish they did. It would undoubtedly make their job much easier.

I started out just turning to the channel for some background entertainment while I worked on a computer project. Well, the computer project didn't even get started because I stayed focused on this movie throughout. I gave it a nine, because I like to see movies where the actors/actresses don't look like they're trying hard, but instead, look like they are enjoying making it.

Some unintentionally humorous dialogue and a pretty neat plot twist barely save this Canadian-American crime thriller from obscurity and an early grave. Staged in the Big Apple, the titular characters - contract killers Casper Van Dien and Rick Fox - stalk assorted "prey" for their Louisiana boss, all the while trying to elude the NYPD (led by Daniel Pilon) and a renegade cop (Catherine Oxenberg) from the Big Easy. Are Oxenberg and Van Dien romantically linked? Will Van Dien ever retire from his bloody business? Does anyone really care?

Director Sidney Furie tries to generate sympathy for his stone-faced players, but Van Dien ("Starship Troopers") and Oxenberg ("Lair of the White Worm") were never known for their sensitive performances. Some dreadfully ham-fisted screenwriting doesn't help either. If you want some real action leavened with humor, try "Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead," "Pulp Fiction" or even "The Big Hit."

This film is about two hit men that are assigned to do a number of jobs, but meanwhile realize that the lives they lead are not the lives they always wanted to have. They want to quit murdering and start a less complicated life.

The on itself not even extremely boring plot line is carried out horribly. The intention to create a dynamic duo a la Vincent Vega and Jules Winfield of Van Dien and Fox fails completely because of the worthless dialogues. This fact on itself dominates the unpleasant character of the film and thus makes the end result to a complete disaster. The acting performances are truly horrible, but it must be said, that is not so much because of Van Dien or Fox but more because of the emptiness of the characters they must enroll.

This film was total crap and I wonder what more I could've done in the 90 minutes of my life I spent watching it. My god...everything would be more satisfying then watching The Collectors. It is a miracle how this production raised the small amount of money that was needed for producing this film.

I rented this on the "recommendation" of several other reviewers.. little did I know they were all 13 year olds. That's literally the only group of people who could think that this movie was worth 90 minutes of their life. The whole movie has the feel of a porn movie but with no porn, It's got the bad acting, the bad script, the crappy music, the scenes that make no sense and don't develop the story, everything! It's even got as one reviewer so perfectly put it, "the tittie action at the beginning". For those people who think these 2 goobers had "screen chemistry", what kind of life do you lead? Do you talk to your friends delivering one line at a time with pauses between each line? Are you all on drugs? Also, for those who wonder where the "southern accent" went, you've obviously never been to New Orleans. The only thing approaching an accent there is closer to Brooklyn than the south. They sure as heck don't pronounce it New Or-leens though.. the director has obviously never been there either. I wish I had never been near this movie.