Barker offers up a well-written and truly creepy horror yarn with The Hellbound Heart. Kirsty is much better in The Hellbound Heart than the movie though I thought it was interesting she is Rory’s friend and not his daughter as she is on screen. And Julia, oh what a bitch she is and even nastier in print than on the screen. Frank Cotton scuttling about in the shadows all fleshless is enough to give anyone the willies. The Hellbound Heart contains a lot of disturbing and frightening images least of all the Cenobites with their wounds and flaps and knife and pins. If I met them in a dark alley I’d about turn and run screaming for the hills. The Cenobites are the most unsettling horror villains I’ve ever read and they gave me the creeps and sent chills down my spine every time Barker mentioned them. There is a decent amount of violence in The Hellbound Heart but this is not excessive or stomach churning as it comes across in the film. The written version had a lot of less blood and gore than Hellraiser on the big screen or at least Barker puts it across in a much subtler way. Barker offers a creepy and quite disturbing tale. I’ve had trouble buying a paperback copy since but snapped up the e-book a few weeks ago. I likely bundled it up by mistakes when donating various piles of books to charity. I had a limited edition paperback copy of The Hellbound Heart that got lost some time ago.
The Hellbound Heart was adapted for screen as Hellraiser. The device had been constructed by a master craftsman, and the riddle was this – that though he’d been told the box contained wonders, there simply seemed to be no way into it no clue on any of its six black lacquered faces as to the whereabouts of the pressure points that would disengage one piece of this three-dimensional jigsaw from another.
So intent was Frank upon solving the puzzle of Lemarchand’s box that he didn’t hear the great bell begin to ring. But his brother’s love-crazed wife, Julia, has discovered a way to bring Frank back though the price will be bloody and terrible. Frank Cotton’s insatiable appetite for the dark pleasures of pain led him to the puzzle of Lemarchand’s box, and from there, to a death only a sick-minded soul could invent.
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