just stop. just fucking stop. jesus christ. this might actually be my least favorite entry in the series and I fucking hate everything past II, which I only tolerate at best. pretensions of grandeur - more technically proficient than most of the installments but just as insipid. 80s very special episode understanding of addiction. nowhere near as taboo as it thinks it is.

there’s no point in making another hellraiser unless you’re committed to a nc17 rating. none of the installments, even my beloved first, have ever pushed as intensely into the realm of hardcore sadomasochism as they need to. as the hellbound heart does! make middle america uncomfortable as they ask themselves why they’re a little turned on.

cowardly filmmaking.