Elegant cenobite, inviting elevation

Now, I don't want to repeat myself, but even in this case, before approaching the vision, I slowly inhaled, and almost prayed (I almost say eh!)

Touching Hellraiser, for me is practically shouting sacrilege . As in any self-respecting saga, needless to say, there have been some uglier chapters, but the first ones for me are absolute masterpieces.

When I learned that a woman would oust Doug Bradley from the role of Pinhead, what can I say, I made a splash on the floor, my sore ass, what a blow! For goodness sake, it's true that we're already at the second Pinhead without Doug, but I can't give up, it's like when you grow up and they throw your favorite toy in the garbage. A tear may escape, along with a brusque and hilarious curse. In a scenario where you have always seen a character in a male guise, and you loved him for the malice he exuded just by looking at him, the thought of finding him with a female appearance makes you turn up your nose in a bit. In a world where I wasn't talking about a reboot, but a brand new story, things would change. Here it's pure, simple nostalgia for something you madly appreciated, no targeted attack.

 

That said, Jamie Clayton does his job well, while still being refinedly elegant, and perhaps that's exactly what the crux of the burning issue, his face must have exuded a devastating atrocity. In reality, all the Cenobites seem projected towards a more spiritual approach, which is too distant from the original concept: pleasure in every form, crossing every limit however painful it may be. This imprint seems like a bit of a risky choice to me, and it could have been fine starting from scratch, but, I'm sorry, it's a bit of rubbish. So, why not abandon the torturers, and the "magic" cube, to write something wholeheartedly? In this way, it would have been possible to make the most of the excellent potential, perhaps shortening everything by a few minutes. Instead, with this gamble, whether you want it or not, you will always run into comparisons with the principle, and the fact that essential features have been remodeled to your liking can represent an opportunity for some, and for others, damnation and torment.<1 >

 

This revisited plot shows us a broke drug addict who comes into possession of the cursed cube after committing a theft with her boyfriend. Obviously she manages to unlock the mechanism and from there, it will be bitter cabbage for her and those around her. She will therefore begin a brutal fight for life, to avoid becoming a cenobite at all costs.


Technically, the film boasts spectacular make-up work, Bruckner's direction is solid, exquisitely visionary; the priestess performs a semi-miracle, attempting a part that from my point of view was literally a hot potato.
All things considered, the new Hellraiser is a good product, but I remain of the opinion that if it had started from nothing, with its own personality, other heights could have been reached. Given the famine of excellent films, accepting some slip-ups in lean times is the minimum that can be considered, so a six and a half is fine.