![]() The story - which first appeared in a horror anthology - is pretty simple: a tired pursuer of sensation discovers a secret puzzlebox which apparently leads to the most unimaginable pleasure. Last time I read this was a decade ago, and I don't know whether that means I've read more horrific literature in the interim, of that I'm not as dazzled by Barker's B&D grimness as I once was, but it didn't seem to really work quite as well as I remembered. Certainly, I revised my score down a star this time around. I mean let's face it - after that much direct-to-video shit I'm likely to hammer in Pinhead's nails myself. So, how was it this time around? It's probably worth bearing in mind that I recently forced myself to rewatch all the films in the series, so my bonhomie towards the Order of the Gash is probably not at an all-time high. ![]() (Obviously, this was before the other nine or so non-Clive movies followed and any such interest would've been pulled apart with hooks.) It's only a short piece, and I remember having a luridly illustrated paperback while a teenager, trying to consume the story that birthed such a striking movie adaptation in Hellraiser. I'd read the work before, a couple of times. ![]() I suppose polishing off a Gothic fancy where death plays love's fiddle put me in mood for something a little more grim, so I decided to revisit Clive Barker's novella of puzzles and bad dates, The Hellbound Heart. ![]()
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