Back in 1987, just after squalid, hedonistic thrill seeker Frank Cotton was done farting around with an ornate puzzle box he’d bought from a bazaar
Back in 1987, just after squalid, hedonistic thrill seeker Frank Cotton was done farting around with an ornate puzzle box he’d bought from a bazaar
Clive Barker’s marauding band of Cenobites has been happily plying their trade of filleting boundary-adjacent pleasure seekers and making them get off on it for
There’s always a pressure with sequels to outdo the original – it’s only natural. After all, go big or go home has seemed to be