Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Horror Origins: Hellraiser


            It’s amazing what sort of misconceptions one can develop, even when you consider yourself an intelligent adult. 
            Take, for instance, my completely incorrect assumption that Clive Barker was once a prolific director.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  In my defense, I think the ‘Clive Barker Presents’ films completely skewed my count.  In reality, he has only directed five movies, the last one being Lord of Illusions in 1995.
            Another reason I think I was a little off is because of how much writing he’s done.  He has 30 writing credits when you take video games and short films into account.  Throw in his producing credits, and you’ve got a guy who stayed pretty busy.  Oh yeah!  He’s also responsible for Candyman and the Hellraiser series.

            On to the review!

            I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  I always found the first Hellraiser film to be boring, so I wasn’t expecting my 3rd (4th?) viewing to be any different. Really, I wasn’t too far off the mark, it’s still kinda boring.  However, since I was already really familiar with the plot, I was able to notice a bit more of what made Clive Barker such a respected ‘Master of Horror’ all those years ago. 
The man knows how to instill every scene with just the right amount of dread, and his villains are hard to forget.  Add some truly disturbing special effects wizardry, and it’s easy to see why Hellraiser is still one of the most well-known horror classics, especially since it debuted so ‘recently.’  (It came out in 1987, nearly a decade after Halloween and 7 years after Friday the 13th.)
            Combining the idea of a magical artifact (a-la Indiana Jones) with the ability to summon creatures from another plane of existence, Barker created an otherworldly device that allows him to make up the rules as he goes.  In this one, when someone ‘solves’ the puzzle cube it opens a doorway to hell.  Whether it’s intentional or not, this summons Pinhead and his Cenobites, setting them free to inflict whatever demonic tortures they wish up their newest victim.
            In the first Hellraiser, that victim is Frank (Sean Chapman), a sex-addicted asshole who claims to ‘know what he’s getting into.’  Once the opening scene proves him wrong, we’re transported into the lives of Frank’s brother Larry (Andrew Robinson), his kind-of-a-bitch wife Julia (Clare Higgins) and his peppy daughter Kirsty (Ashley Laurence).  Soon, we discover that Julia was totally boning Frank because they’re both terrible people, and Larry was never the wiser.
            Cut to about 15 minutes into the film, and Larry is dripping blood thanks to a rusty nail.  As we watch the blood fall, we see it being absorbed into the floorboards. 
            Surprise!  Frank used the blood to pull his way out of Cenobite hell and begin reincorporating his human form.  To fully accomplish this he needs more victims’ blood.  This is where Julia makes the perfect lackey: she’s still smitten with him and is willing to overlook the fact that a demon-man wants her to murder innocent men.
            What holds up 25 years later is just how creepy Frank’s ‘monster’ form is, played in lots of heavy makeup by Oliver Smith.  The ‘formation’ scene is genuinely disturbing, and Clive Barker seemed to have studied up on human anatomy, because he makes Frank’s skinless forms strange and creepy as he works towards a ‘complete’ body.  This, combined with the dry, dusty, creepy, filthy room where much of the action takes place, makes Hellraiser stand out.
            Oh yes, and don’t forget how incredibly kinky the Cenobites are.  Seriously.  Go back and check out those outfits.  Each one was supposed to represent someone receiving a twisted version of their greatest wish.  Those are some kinky, creepy wishes.

            So how is Hellraiser as a movie?  It’s fine, really.  It’s not as slow as I often make it out to be.  In fact, it has almost the same pacing as Nightmare on Elm Street and consistently delivers ‘the scares,’ as it were.  While Pinhead doesn’t really get fleshed out for a few more movies, he and his band of BDSM misfits make up for in grotesquery what they lack in imminent danger.

            Next week:  I bring some modernity by introducing the newest member of the fold:  Paranormal Activity.

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