Hellraiser: Hellseeker

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like this movie as well as the last played like an Outer Limits, Twilight Zone episode..Coulda been done in 1 hour... it was good story, But didn't need to carry the Hellraiser name. This Series as well as it's villain could be causing more mayhem and go in plenty of different directions and hopefully will start moving on to other areas of cerebral dementia... Pinhead is still one of the greatest Villains.. and was good to see the Kirsty character back in it too..

Other reviewers (at least the ones I read) must have watched a different movie to me. What I saw was certainly an effort at originality, and yes, it was better than some of the other sequels to the franchise, but that said it was still a below par screenplay, borrowing heavily from other, cleverer, more original films.

Ironically Hellraiser:Hellseeker shares some of the same flawed plot concepts as the movie it borrows most heavily from: Jacob's Ladder. There's the same two tier story running consecutively and along different, mysterious time-lines, both of which fail utterly to fuse into a single coherent time-line at the end of the film. There's the same solipsist nightmare: how can one truly discern between reality and dreams when the dream state feels as 'real' as reality itself? The second movie from which Hellseeker shamelessly borrows is Angel Heart, a masterpiece of cinematic horror featuring Mickey Rourke before his face went to hell (as a result of high living, screwed up plastic surgery and boxing, not Pinhead) and Robert DeNiro. Where Angel Heart is innovative, Hellseeker is simply repetitive and boring. Where Mickey Rourke excels as the confused protagonist in Angel Heart, Dean Winters sleep-walks his way through the role in Hellseeker, and where DeNiro gets all the best lines, poor Pinhead gets some of the most forgettable I've ever heard him utter.

Granted, compared with the other Hellraiser sequels (all bar Hell on Earth, which I have to say I enjoyed more than I or II) this tries something different, and maybe with a better lead role there'd be something there worthy of a couple more stars. But ultimately the confused mess of a plot destroys itself, irrespective of Winters' deadpan portrayal.

I give this rubbish one star for effort and one for the inclusion of Ashley Laurence who, lets face it, should really be above all this by now. Another star for Doug Bradley as Pinhead who never fails to send chills down my spine with his black 8-ball eyes and his tendency to drag nine inch nails out of his own skull.

Ultimately though, Doug needs to share that last star with Clive Barker without whom the world would be a much duller place.

A husband (Dean Winters) tries to piece together what happened to his wife after a car accident. His wife? Why it is none other than Kirsty (Ashley Lawrence) from the first two Hellraiser films. This is the sixth entry and it appears to want to right the ship after the fifth entry had like two minutes of Pinhead (Doug Bradley) shoved into it. Unfortunately, I already saw this film when it was called Jacob's Ladder (1990). Yes, if you can't figure out the plot where a guy keeps hallucinating and jumping back-and-forth between realities, you might need to turn in your horror fan card. It is also really hard to take serious nowadays with Winters in the lead due to his "Mr. Mayhem" ads for Allstate insurance. To the film's credit, it does return to themes prevalent in the first film like marriage infidelity and striking a deal with the devil. There is also more time devoted to Pinhead and it is a handsomely mounted production that shot in Canada. Director Rick Bota made his feature debut here after being a cinematographer and second unit director. He became the defacto helmsman on these for a bit as he handles the next two entries as well. I hear the sailing gets really rough with the next entry.

Hellraiser: Hellseeker has come under fire from viewers, mostly for the economic manner in which iconic character Pinhead is used. The most refreshing thing about episode six here is that Pinhead goes back to what Clive Barker intended him to be. Sort of the equivalent of the zombies in Romero's Dead films, if you get the drift. For those who don't, the whole point is that what Pinhead does to the principal characters is not nearly as important as what the principal characters do to each other. He is the final hammer when the characters have finished dragging each other down, and that is the way of all the best horror films. The real problem with Hellseeker is its lack of atmosphere. In the original, Barker takes his time to introduce each element, in particular the modest British family whose lives appear as regular as our own. Barker understood that relating to the victims, and even the victimisers to some degree, is a lot more important to an audience than a string of gruesome deaths. Rick Bota tries to provide similar setup, but fails.

It has been a bit of a while since I saw Ashley Laurence in a film, and she is in fine form here. She could probably play this role in her sleep (at times, it almost seems like she is). One problem we have in Hellseeker is that some of the most important moments in her story are missing. In the original, when we saw her open the box, we grit our teeth in suspense as the very fabric of the reality around her dissolved, and her conversation with Pinhead ensued. In the original, these shots showing the cosmetic details of hell served a very important function. They created a sense of foreboding that gave the entire rest of the film foundation. Rick Bota, unfortunately, is not able to pace himself, nor does he have an instinct for when too much really is too much. Characters in Hellseeker behave in ways that telegraph to the audience that some kind of twist is in the offing, and while it is a good twist, it is just an example of the fact that up to a point, hell works best when it is subtle.

Doug Bradley is back for the sixth time as everyone's favourite nail-headed character. Contrary to what some have suggested, I do not believe he is so much cashing a paycheque in this film. I think he is just on autopilot because he can literally play this devious character in his sleep. The sayings, mannerisms, and motions are as natural to him as eating and sleeping are to us. Nobody knows whether it was his idea or Doug's to portray the Satan character as he were once a dapper English gent, but Doug carries it off so well that he deserves an award. As seen in the third, and particularly fourth, films, everything can be going to ruin around him, and yet he will still effortlessly play this mannered gent who just happens to torture people as a job. The other cenobites do not get nearly as much screen time as was previously the case, however, and that also lets the side down somewhat. The sights of Chatterer and whatever that woman called herself really helped sell Pinhead as much as Pinhead himself at times. The other cenobites in Hellseeker are truly token appearances.

They say your hero(ine) is only as good as your villain, and that is certainly the case here. Dean Winters is a great villain, partly because he portrays the character so well, but also because it takes a while for his status as the true villain of the piece to become apparent. One of Clive Barker's great touches in the original is that, to an extent, every victim deserves what happens to them. Most of the film is taken up with establishing why Winters' character deserves what he gets, which makes the final twist of the film especially satisfying. It reestablishes Pinhead as a just, if somewhat peculiar, referee of hell. Seriously, watch parts three, then four, then this one, and try to reconcile each one with the statement made in the second: it is not hands that call us, it is desire. The whole conceit of The Hellbound Heart was that bored lowlifes seeking what they thought of as the ultimate in pleasure sought this box, and opened it only to find that its inhabitants' definition of pleasure varied drastically from theirs.

Unfortunately, not every aspect of the film is well done. The special effects that closed the original Hellraiser were as fake as hell, but the audience bought them because by that time, the film had drawn the audience in. The problem in Hellseeker is that it takes its sweet time to hook the audience, and thus the head-split routine that looks like something I could have done with an old Amiga 500 goes down as one of the funniest effects in horror. It comes at exactly the wrong time, producing laughs when what we needed was to be immersed in the Hellraiser atmosphere a little deeper. Normally, a laugh can be a good thing, especially when it comes at a time when the script or story could use it, but if ever there were a bad time, this is it. With the exception of Laurence, Winters, and especially Bradley, the acting is also high school drama level at best. The loose women, the work colleagues, the doctors, the general passers-by in the street, they all act as blank and vacant as Paris Hilton trying to feign having something relevant to say.

When all is said and done, Hellseeker is a seven out of ten. It is not nearly in the league of the first two films, but it is a massive improvement over three and four. Give it a chance, stop expecting Pinhead On Elm Street, and you might be pleasantly surprised.

This entry in the ongoing "Hellraiser" franchise brings back protagonist Kirsty Cotton (Ashley Laurence) from the first three films. Here she's married to a man named Trevor (Dean Winters, "John Wick"), and as the film opens, they have a car accident after which he loses his memory, and she disappears. Unreality begins to invade his life regularly, with no relief from the horrific images. Gradually, the truth begins to emerge, with Trevor realizing that he was NOT a prince of a guy before the accident.

For a while, this all feels rather familiar and predictable, and is not helped by Winters' bland performance in the lead. But Laurence still has appeal, and some of the supporting actors are good. There is some effective doom & gloom atmosphere, some okay gore (but also some ropey CGI), and decent attempts at surrealism. Use of the renowned Pinhead (Doug Bradley) character is somewhat limited, although you appreciate his presence every time he shows up. His booming voice still issues grave pronunciations on the nature of the situation.

It isn't until near the end, however, as the mystery is revealed, that this does become at least reasonably interesting, and *we* realize that we were being taken on a ride where things weren't as they seemed.

The film is not laden with style, but it's adequately directed by Rick Bota (in his feature debut), whose background was in camera operation and cinematography. At the very least, the sexy supporting actresses (Sarah-Jane Redmond, Jody Thompson, Kaaren de Zilva) are fun to watch.

Filmed in the Vancouver area.

Six out of 10.