Film

Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth

Name: Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Released: 1992
Cast: Terry Farrell, Doug Bradley, Kevin Bernhardt, Ken Carpenter, Paula Marshall

Horror
Fantasy
Very dark

Hellraiser III trades the claustrophobia of its predecessors for a gaudy '90s New York playground where Pinhead and fresh Cenobite designs run amok among nightclub hedonists and media-obsessed killers. It's splatter-comic body horror with a pulp energy, less philosophical than fun, aimed at fans who want their S&M demons weaponized for maximum visual mayhem.

TMDb rating

2.9

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