A shady businessman attempts to piece together the details of the car crash that killed his wife and rendered him an amnesiac– and left him in possession of a sinister puzzle box that summons monsters.
After a string of terrible sequels, the franchise decides to make a risky move: create the worst Hellraiser movie ever. Armed with $3,000,000 and Kirsty Cotton (Ashley Laurence) from the first two films, Barker lets his now pathetic series wither away to nothing. Brimming with confused identity, bad writing, and cliché Police involvement, Hellseeker explodes into meaningless debris within minutes.
Meet Trevor (Dean Winters, 30 Rock), Kirsty’s husband, a garden variety, selective misanthrope of a non-character. Kristy and Trevor’s car plunge into a creek, seemingly leaving a dead Kirsty behind. The Police don’t remember it the way poor Trevor does. They noted the car doors were found open and with no sign of Kirsty. Queue the “Don’t leave the state while we put a case together.” line. And we have another nonsensical, who-gives-a-fuck sequel.
Flashbacks, terrifying hallucinations, and run of the mill backdrop Cenobites take center stage in this snoozefest. It really doesn’t matter what ridiculous plot the latest shit director, Rick Bota, is leading, this film was dead before its triumphant direct-to-VHS release. The biggest issues I have with this franchise are the repetitive plots and undermined Pinhead/Cenobite roles. Pinhead has no impact anymore. You can hear the failure in Doug Bradley’s noble voice. Mediocre paychecks and second-rate acting take top honors in this terrible sequel. I might solve the puzzlebox before I’m done with three more of these flicks.