Review – Book of Blood

If the end had been cropped off, the rest of the movie condensed down into around ten minutes, and then followed with decent productions based on three or four of Clive Barker’s short stories, two effects would have been achieved. First, the structure would have more closely mirrored Barker’s Books of Blood collections, particularly the brief introductory tale that gets blown up to an hour and a half here. And second, it wouldn’t have sucked anywhere near as bad as it did. This tale of ghosts who write their tales on the skin of a hapless man is solid horror, but all the filler, cheap shocks and red herrings ruin a picture that in more competent hands might have had some potential. See if desperate