![]() ![]() Sealed in, bleeding, unable to call out for help, he dies and is forgotten, never found. Like most of Barker's monsters, it begins with humanity, its absurdity lent a certain wry wit and wider cultural resonance by its -extremely- humble origins:įollowing a flight from police, wounded and bleeding, a convict finds himself trapped in the crawlspace behind a cinema's screen and the outside world. ![]() As an example of how floridly bizarre Clive Barker's imagination is, you need look no further than the eponymous Son of Celluloid, from The Books of Blood.Ĭonceptually alone, the creature is strange beyond the most Jungian nightmares of most horror writers. ![]()
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