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Hellbound: Hellraiser 2 (1988)

(From Joe Bob's Ultimate B Movie Guide)
The return of the devil-sex mush-head goo-eyed cenobite people, trying to crowbar themselves into the life of innocent little Kirsty. The sequel picks up just a few hours after the first movie, when Kirsty wakes up in a psycho ward trying to explain to nice Dr. Chennard just exactly how it was that her stepmother Julia skinned her daddy alive so she could use the skin on the evil uncle Frank so they could have monster sex together in the attic and hit traveling salesmen over the head with a hammer so they'd have plenty of blood for Frank to drink. Pretty soon Dr. Chennard gets TURNED on, and he moves the bloody mattress that Julia died on into his own house, where he chains up zombie maniac mental patients for the fun of it and does brain research, and you can just imagine what's coming next: Julia is INSIDE the mattress, and she needs a little liquid refreshment. Dr. Chennard takes a little deaf-mute blonde girl and teacher her to solve the puzzle-boxes from the first movie: when you twist em just the right way, you get zapped into hell. There is NOTHING that compares to the scene where the skinless Julia finally kisses Dr. Chennard right square on the lips.
Two breasts.
26 dead bodies.
Four undead bodies.
Maggot slashing.
Straight-razor close-up suicide.
Rapple hooks to the chest.
Zombie deep-throat French kissing.
Eyeball juggling.
Baby lip sewing.
Aardvarking in hell.
Skull spiders.
Giant snake fingers.
A 98 on the Vomit Meter.
Gratuitous Poltergeist effects.
Mattress Fu.
With Kenneth Cranham as Dr. Chennard ("You have your whole lives behind you now"), Ashley Laurence as Kirsty the teenage cenobite-fighter ("Julie doesn't deserve to come back--it's not FAIR!"), Sean Chapman as the evil Frank AND the zombie fed to Julia, Doug Bradley as Pinhead the numero uno cenobite ("We have eternity to know your flesh!"), Clare Higgins as the sex-crazed queen of hell Julia--probably the only woman ever seen in the movies who had no skin on and was still sexy.
Written by Peter Atkins ("Ah, the suffering! The sweet suffering!").4 stars

Hellraiser 3: Hell on Earth

. . . wait a minute--I give up--is this the good guy or the bad guy?

"Joe Bob Goes to the Drive-In" for 11/20/92
By Joe Bob Briggs
Drive-In Movie Critic of Grapevine, Texas

Not many people know that I do as many as 30 or 40 prison visits per year, offering counseling advice on how to get your hiney OUT of there--because, you see, my friend Rhett Beavers is ARRESTED 30 or 40 times each year, and he's so heavy into the "habitual offender" law that the judge is starting to say stuff like, "If you ever finish your 33rd life sentence, and space travel has become a reality, you will serve your THIRTY-FOURTH life sentence on Pluto, or wherever the crew of the Enterprise agrees to take you."
In fact, the only reason Rhett is NOT doing hard time is that I'm such a good counselor. For example, I went to see him last week, and he was looking at five-to-fifteen on a probation violation for carrying a concealed weapon, three-to-five for stealing $2,000 from a cash register at the Denny's where he works, and six months for failing to show up in court the last three times he was supposed to.
So what I do first is I identify the problem. I say, "Rhett, why were you carrying that pistol under your shirt."
"I forgot it was there."
Have you ever noticed it's only in jail that you get answers like this?
"What do you mean you forgot it was there?"
"I don't even remember picking it up that morning."
"Are you saying somebody ELSE stuck it under your shirt?"
"No, I'm just saying that I didn't even NEED a gun that day, so why would I be carrying it?"
For those of you unfamiliar with jailhouse logic, I submit the above sentence as the type of argument used approximately 5,000 times a day.
Now. Jailhouse counseling these days is very simple. You identify the problem, which you can read in the formal indictment. Then you say to yourself, "What SICKNESS would a person have who committed this crime?" And then you inform the prisoner that that's what he is.
"You're suffering from paranoia, Rhett."
"You're a paranoid. You need treatment. You're sick."
I used to think this was weird, when guys would come up with these diseases, but it WORKS. You go into court, tell the judge, and then he HAS to appoint a psychiatrist, and he HAS to hear testimony about it.
"Okay, next item. Why'd you steal the two thousand?"
"I owed Manny."
"You owed Manny?"
"I owed Manny for all the money I lost on the Super Bowl."
"Easy one! Compulsive Gambling Syndrome!"
"Write this down, Rhett: Compulsive Gambling Syndrome. But why didn't you show up in court the last three times? The judge is really p.o.ed."
And Rhett seemed puzzled by this question.
"Why didn't I show up?"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Why didn't you show up."
"I never show up. Anywhere."
I thought for a minute.
"Chronic Lateness Syndrome. I've never used it, but it's bound to exist. Rhett, were you ever late to a job?"
"About ten billion times."
"PERFECT! You already had ALL the symptoms BEFORE you failed to appear in court! Don't worry, bud. We'll have you out of here in three days."
"Yeah, and one more thing, Rhett. You've done so many drugs that the left side of your face is caved in. So write down anything that happens to you in here. We wouldn't want you to be a victim of Lookism."
"Don't worry about it. It just means they can't beat you up for being ugly."
"Oh, is THAT why that happens." You see how this stuff works. It's great to be in America in the nineties, isn't it, where there's no such thing as crime. Everything's a DISEASE. Never forget that.

Speaking of people with a couple of buttons missing on their remote, Clive Barker is back for the third time with "Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth," and this time the kinky sex demons from hell are recruiting depraved disco owners and attacking entire dance floors full of leering singles, ripping their flesh off with steel hooks, and leaving them wailing in little clumps of black leather and ankle chains. You know, sex in the movies started getting real dangerous in 1980, when Friday the 13th came out, but THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

Pinhead, the guy with the nails in his face who's becoming more famous than Freddy Krueger, comes back to torment a TV news reporter played by the lissome and nubile Terry Farrell. (I have no idea what "lissome" or "nubile" means, but I've always wanted to use those words in a sentence.) Terry is tracking down leads to try to find out what is happening to the guys being wheeled into hospital emergency rooms, where their bodies explode after being ripped apart with grapple hooks that come down out of the sky. Pretty soon she's rooming with a little disco waif who seems to be sleeping with these guys, and before she knows it, she's walking through windows and entering other dimensions and being chased by the Clive Barker army of underworld sex creatures, and . . . well, it's not "Hellraiser 2," but it's pretty decent.

There's this one part where the demons kill everybody by flinging CD's like Frisbees into people's skulls.
I'm not kidding.

Eighty-three dead bodies.
Two breasts.
One massive motor vehicle chase.
Cops burned alive.
Sweaty aardvarking.
Lasered demons.
Battle of the Goohead Demons.
Bloody rat attack.
Disco massacre.
Demonic TV.
Mutilated mannequins.
Exploding hospital patient.
Vietnam flashbacks.
Grapple hook Fu.
Brass knuckle Fu.
Weird sex sculpture Fu.
CD Fu.
Drive-In Academy Award nominations for Paula Marshall, as the little disco bimbo, for saying "I don't dream";
Kevin Bernhardt, as the sleazoid disco owner, for saying "Get dressed and get out of here";
Terry Farrell of Star Trek:Deep Space 9, as the TV reporter with a mission in the sex underworld, for saying "I just walked into madness for you! Talk!";
and Doug Bradley, as Pinhead the sex demon, for saying "Appetite sated, desire indulged" and
"There is only flesh" and
"I am offering you a place at my right hand--flesh, power, dominion."
Four stars.
Joe Bob says check it out


Victory Over Republicanism! At last report, the Skyview Drive-In in Santa Cruz, Calif., was threatened by greedy Yugo dealers, who wanted to turn it into 200 acres of asphalt--but they were stopped, thwarted, and tossed out. The drive-in stands. The Democrats are everywhere. Russ "Jake" Jacobson of San Jose reminds us that, with eternal vigilance, the drive-in will never die. To discuss the meaning of life with Joe Bob, or to get free junk in the mail and Joe Bob's world-famous "We Are the Weird" newsletter, write Joe Bob Briggs, P.O. Box 2002, Dallas, TX 75221. Joe Bob's Fax line is always open: 214-368-2310.
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To: Editor (Aspen Times Daily):
Normally I don't pay much attention to Joe Briggs' column, redneck humor notwithstanding. I can't take a whole lot from a guy whose I.Q. is smaller than his hat size. However, his inane, insulting piece on immigration begs a response.
The insulting part is J.B.'s attitude that if you make your living with your hands and the sweat of your brow then you're an ignorant, valueless member of our society whose job is expendable. Shove that Ralphus characterization where the sun don't shine, Joe Boy!

All U.S. workers should be accorded job and wage protection from illegal foreign competition. If Denny's can't make it without exploiting illegal aliens, then we don't need Denny's either!
This sea of unskilled scab labor that floods the Rio Grande by the millions annually is undercutting U.S. workers' wages and standard of living. They are burdening school budgets with dual language instruction. They regularly take advantage of free medical services that their Anglo counterparts must pay for. And a growing segment of Joe Bob's "cream of the crop" are peddling misery by the gram with a worst-case scenario of a free trip home.

In fact, the only time illegals are deported anymore is when the DEA is involved. That might have something to do with the fact that the entire western slope of Colorado is covered by one INS agent. Funds have been so scarce that the only immigration phone line in Colorado was disconnected last week in Denver.
This makes dollars and sense to jackasses like Joe and unethical businessmen who have taken to screwing the U.S. worker as a matter of habit.
Who cares if Denny's goes bankrupt? We do not need any more wetbacks. Do you understand this now, Joe Boy?
Bruno Kirchenwitz
Basalt, Colo.

Dear Bruno:
Let me get this straight.
YOU are calling ME a redneck?

Dear Mr. Briggs,
Here are a few topics that you might consider writing about:
1. Was "Gilligan's Island" just an example of Communist propaganda shown in a very subliminal way? Tina Louise sure looks Russian to me!
2. What exactly was the point of producing "Circus Fun" cereal?
3. Did Babe Ruth really put a voodoo curse upon the Boston Red Sox?
4. Why don't they market a video game based on the Persian Gulf War?
Your cosmic fan,
W.C. Kirby
Worcester, Mass.

Dear W.C.:
Why don't they market a Persian Gulf War video game?
As soon as you flipped the coin to see who would be the Allied Forces and who would be the Iraqi forces, the game would be over.

Dear Mr. Briggs:
I showed your letter to my children. They wanted to know what a "bimbo" was. I said someone like Marla Maples. They never heard of her. Can you do a column on how our modern educational system doesn't teach our kids nothing?
Patricia Kite
Newark, Calif.

Dear Pat:
I can't believe your children aren't familiar with the famous Marla syrup trees from Vermont.

Dear Joe Bob,
Would you do a piece on the right Reverend Al Sharpton? He is my personal hero and inspiration.
Can you make that sound like a person breaking wind where you cup one hand in the opposite armpit and make your arm go up and down?
Carl La Fong
Santa Clara, Calif.

Dear Carl:
No, but I can make a sound like the Reverend Al Sharpton breaking wind while he speaks.
Wait a minute. That's redundant.

Bulls-eye, Observant One!
I just finished reading your article on who invented the idea "everybody should go to college."
Thank you for trying to rattle the mental cages the masses have put themselves in. I was one. I should know. Now after all too many years I'm learning to cook--to let creativity and imagination run wild. It sure beats getting dressed up in $600 suits with $30 socks and playing in public relations (more like public bullstuff) like I used to.
I finally had to ask if I was doing what I enjoyed. I hated what I did, made great money. I lost who I was, what was meaningful to me. Things have changed.
The key: 1) Follow your heart! 2) Risk! 3) Tell yourself the truth!
Thank you again.
Rob Kipfer
San Antonio, Tex.

Dear Rob:
Someday historians will write about America in the 20th century, and they'll say, "It was this weird time where people spent the first 50 years of their lives trying to figure out what they wanted to do, and the last 20 years regretting the fact they didn't start sooner."
I think it was Mark Twain who said, “College is a place that polishes pebbles and dims diamonds.”
© 1992 Joe Bob Briggs All Rights Reserved

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Note: "Hellraiser 4: Bloodline" was so lame, not only did Joe Bob pass on reviewing it, the director had his name taken off the credits, changing it to the fictional name "Alan Smithee." Leonard Maltin says of Hellraiser 4, "Dull & plot-heavy (too much story in the way of the movie), even if you're a Clive Barker devotee. Re-caulk your bathtub instead." Leonard gave the original Hellraiser movie 2 1/2 stars, calling it "ugly fun all the way."

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