August 12, 1995 |
At 42, Clive Barker has the open, zealous grin of a Boy Scout with a new merit badge, and a warm, gracious manner to match. Birds chirp outside his airy living room. "Those are my parents sitting in the garden," he says as he nods toward them with affection and pride. He goes on to quote the likes of William Blake, and talks of repeated visits to world class museums. Can this possibly be the horrormeister himself?
June 26, 1995 |
Laguna Art Museum's next exhibit suggests that its new director, Naomi Vine, doesn't plan to play it safe with conservative, pretty-picture shows. Indeed, horror show is the best way to describe what's coming from Britain's horror meister, Clive Barker. "The Imagination of Clive Barker," opening Aug. 14 at the museum's South Coast Plaza satellite and organized by the museum, will consist of 23 figurative paintings and drawings by Barker, a best-selling novelist and filmmaker.
October 11, 1992
In this era of media overanalysis of political candidates, where even a choice of hairstyle is painted as psychologically meaningful, Raban's thought-provoking article was refreshing and wonderfully wry. And just when I began to be bored with his focus on the minute details of Clintonspeak, he shifted away and hilariously described the Bloodworth-Thomason film, acknowledging the power of Hollywood's very own "manipulation by film image" school of politics.
February 19, 1990 |
Like many specialists in horror, writer-film maker Clive Barker loves to rip beneath the bland surface of the everyday and watch the rot, filth and hellishness come tumbling out. But in his latest movie, "Nightbreed" (citywide), some of the psycho-sexual plumbing has backed up. The extraordinary and the mundane, the fearsome and the banal, swirl around in a sometimes turbid, tepid flood, In "Nightbreed," Barker introduces us to a dark world where monsters cavort beneath a Canadian graveyard.
January 31, 1990 |
English horror-tale author Clive Barker clutches a coffee table in a white-knuckle grip, as if to keep it from attacking. "Is that table alive?" a guest asks politely. "Probably not," he answers, as if unsure. But he is sure that it could be, that things are never what they seem, that "everything--even a table--has imagination." Barker's own imagination is bloodcurdling.
December 28, 1988 |
Clive Barker isn't worried about being chewed up by Hollywood. Eyeing the Tinseltown view from his eighth-floor hotel room, he says with mordant glee: "I'll be happy if I can just survive my fans." The literary world's reigning horror fiction lion ("I have seen the future of horror," touted Stephen King, "and it is named Clive Barker.") was in New York recently, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, signing books at a sci-fi salon called the "Forbidden Planet."
December 4, 1988 |
While shivering over Clive Barker: "Hellbound: Hellraiser II," based on a Barker story and due out Dec. 23, gave up some frames to get its R-rating from the MPAA. Twice rated X, the pic was deemed "basically too relentless and intense from beginning to end," said New World marketing prez Bob Cheren, who insists gore fiends won't be disappointed by the new cut.
October 4, 1987 |
Horror author ("Damnation Game") and film director ("Hellraiser") Clive Barker--in NYC promoting "Weave-World," his new scare novel from Simon & Schuster--is doing double duty as he readies "Hellraiser II" for New World Pictures. "We have a screenplay partly finished and I will executive produce," Barker told us.
June 14, 1987 |
The four tales of horror in Clive Barker's "In the Flesh" are not made for fireside reading. These are disturbing tales that emerge from a profound sense of despair and desolation. Barker is a young English author, and "In the Flesh" is the fifth of a six-volume English collection, the "Books of Blood" (Weidenfeld & Nicolson). Indeed, blood oozes, splatters, drips and gushes from these stories in great abundance. In the title story, Barker describes the result of a fight between two prisoners.
August 10, 1986 |
At rush hour, it always seems like there's at least one person in every New York subway car reading a novel by Stephen King. And while a good scare may provide an effective release at the end of a long day, King on a crowded train at 8 a.m. adds new dimension to the concept of horror. But for all it's long-winded charm, King's oeuvre is exhaustible. (One person I know read seven of his novels in 10 days, while vacationing on Nantucket.) After King, to whom do horror fans turn?