Review – Hellraiser: Hellseeker

Okay, enough. For what I hope – but doubt – will be the last time, there is zip, zero, nada, goose egg, absolutely no entertainment value in the old protagonist-is-hallucinating-or-is-he crap. This has got to be the all-time lamest excuse ever for a plot device, and here’s why: it frees the writer from any need for craftsmanship beyond the ability to suggest a relentless, episodic set of quasi-interesting visuals that consistently disappoint any audience member not easily entertained by horror movie sight gags. Writers who have anything to do with such a cheap gimmick should be drummed out of the business in order to make way for new blood with fresh ideas. And speaking of stuff that’s growing a little stale, just how old is Doug Bradley by now? And how desperate for money did Ashley Laurence have to be to drag her back into the Hellraiser series? If there’s one thing I kinda hoped would fall by the wayside in the age of easily-available video porn, it’s the notion that flimsy excuses for soft-core kinky sex would somehow buoy up a sinking excuse for a horror movie. Wish I’d skipped it