In one stroke. No matter, he told himself, there was time yet. But there was no nausea now. In the bathroom the rain was dripping on the box of the air-conditioner, filling the apartment with a rhythmi-cal slapping sound. I love the horror genre in film as well. ‘Fucking bastards, all of them. Behind it, similar creatures were appearing out of the darkness, shuffling into the train. He had a journey of thirty-five minutes’ duration ahead of him. Chop. I think of my stories as having happy endings, perversely enough, because they very often end with scenes of revelation of one kind or another: characters understanding themselves and realising why they need fresh meaning in their lives. That was some improvement at least. Then he sat down in front of the piles of orders he had been tussling with for the best part of three days, and began work. The absence of a theatrical release was... not only were we losing the chance to exhibit the picture the way it should have been shown, but also we were killing the chance of getting a real horror trilogy that would be constructed picture by picture.”. Until then the city, Kaufman’s adored city, would live in a state somewhere between hysteria and ecstasy. A swift arrest was promised, though none was made.This recent trio of corpses was not the first to be discovered in such a state; the very day that Kaufman had arrived a story had broken in The Times that was still the talk of every morbid secretary in the office.The story went that a German visitor, lost in the subway system late at night, had come across a body in a train. The Age of Desire The Forbidden Clive Barker's tagline for Books of Blood was: "Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red." Every part of the dead kid’s anatomy was swaying hypnotically. He could, he thought, still be taken for a man of forty-five, fifty at the outside. Then the lights went out. He stretched on his bed, threw off the dirty blanket and got up for work. It was there; the precursor of man. The elevator took him up to the twelfth floor and to the Pappas offices. There would need to be consultations with the Fathers, but sooner or later a replacement would have to be found, and it would be, he felt, a criminal waste of his experience not to take on an apprentice. See no evil. He had deadlines to meet, of course, like the people in the street. He let go of the body he was embracing. It is an adaptation of Clive Barkers short story, featuring Bradley Cooper and Vinnie Jones. ‘Before you were born, before anyone living was born.’ As it spoke the creature’s fingernails were running up under the skin of the split body, and were peeling the thin elastic layer off the luscious brawn. ‘You should be well pleased: you’re not going to be burnt up like most of them: I can use you. All beneath the streets of New York City. Horror 2008 1 hr 40 min. If he remained where he was, sooner or later the Butcher would glance down at him, and he’d be mincemeat. There was no feeling left but a casual revulsion. On the other hand, if he were to move from his hiding place he would risk being seen and pursued. Kaufman was not finished by eleven, an hour after he’d promised himself release. Probably between the driver’s legs even now, Kaufman thought, his lip curling. The Midnight Meat Train. From day one, I was determined to make a classic – something that after 20 years people would want to watch. Warily he uncurled himself and glanced over his shoulder down the length of the car. The woman had been swiftly and efficiently dispatched as though she was a piece of meat. But there was reassurance even in the stale electric air of this shallow line. It was eleven-fifteen when Kaufman got on the Express through to Mott Avenue. The Film of the short story by Clive Barker made in 2008 by Ryuhei Kitamura. The film follows a photographer who attempts to track down a serial killer dubbed the "Subway Butcher" and discovers more than he bargained for under the city streets. Kaufman bent down and picked up the cleaver the Butcher had dropped. I had this massive plan in my head. There is a twist at the end – it’s the reason why I’m doing it. Even with his eyes closed to cracks he could see the blood in the buckets too clearly: it was thick and heady, flecks of grit turning in it. Kaufman’s gaze followed the pointing finger into the gloom. Come to think of it, he hated that kind of man: the opinionated brute that New York bred so well. The meat wouldn’t have been of any quality. The Butcher frowned. It was the first time I had adapted someone else’s material and he was very gracious in letting me take some liberties with the characters, as long as I remained true to the spirit and the tone of the original short story. In an inversion of Rose’s transplantation of the Liverpool-based story, “The Forbidden,” to Chicago for Candyman, here he swapped the subways of New York for the London Underground and Leon Kaufman became police constable Kathy Blake. ‘Old anyway,’ it said, its watery eyes back on Kaufman, studying him with care. Yes, I stick by it: I have seen the future of the horror genre, and his name is Clive Barker…  What Barker does in the Books of Blood makes the rest of us look like we’ve been asleep for the last ten years.”. ‘Fuck it,’ he said, more loudly than he’d intended, then pushing himself off from the wall he began to walk down the car between the swaying corpses, observing the neat piles of clothes and belongings that sat on the seats beside their owners. Midnight Meat Train … ‘You were asleep,’ he said, recognizing Kaufman. Until his heel slipped. He had to believe it. They were going at a fair lick; in fact it was bloody terrifying. Kaufman could see their outlines now. The Palace of Delights received the adoration without comment. Lovecraft). " ‘More meat for us. He crouched, a ball of consternation, against the inter-secting wall, suddenly aware of how full his bowels were. Maybe he smelt the sudden gush of tunnel-air, and registered that the noise of wheels was momentarily louder. Kaufman felt the desire for sleep come over him afresh, but the sudden fear of being lost had pumped adrenalin into his system, and his limbs were tingling with nervous energy. Kaufman’s teeth were shaking in their sockets and his face felt numb with the vibration; even his skull was aching. You ever seen that? Every shred of clothing, every article of jewellery. So I was like a kid in a candy store any time we filmed the scary bits. Mahogany suddenly went blind. For me it was completely a turning point because suddenly this seemed within reach…  Ramsey’s presence in the world validated the possibility that I might try it.”, Ramsey himself recalled the school visit when introducing a later edition of the Books of Blood, saying, “I can’t now recall much of what I rather clumsily said, but I remember the delight of the sixteen-year-olds when I pointed out that one might take Machen’s ‘White Powder’ to deal with venereal disease, and the dismayed retreat of some members of the teaching staff when I played Zappa’s parody of Schoenberg from Absolutely Free. ‘Serve,’ said the father, and stuffed the tongue into his own mouth, chewing on it with evident satisfaction. The Midnight Meat Train is a 2008 horror film based on Clive Barker's 1984 short story of the same name, which can be found in Volume One of Barker's collection Books of Blood. Here they hung, these shaved, bled, slit slabs of humanity, opened up like fish, and ripe for devouring. The little father who had spoken earlier stood in front of Kaufman. In fact he had a woman’s mouth. If it was like anything, it was like a shoal of fish. Catch an Express to Far Rockaway. The … This was the Midnight Meat Train. Horror fiction has rarely been viewed as an intellectually credible area of endeavour and I – with one eye on Oxford and the other on Edgar Allan Poe – didn’t have the courage of my enthusiasms. The very forces of law and order that made such a show of his pursuit served his masters no less than he; he almost wished some two-bit cop would catch him, take him in triumph before the judge, just to see the looks on their faces when the word came up from the dark that Mahogany was a protected man, above every law on the statute books. He felt and heard the brakes being applied. Without head or limb. Kaufman calculated the risks of his situation: the mathe-matics of panic. The city would go about its business in ignorance: never knowing what it was built upon, or what it owed its life to. I know it will be seen in huge numbers on DVD, but that isn’t the same as five hundred people in a packed theatre.”, Ryuhei mounted a stern defence of his cinematic offering, saying ahead of its release, “The film will speak for itself when it comes out, no matter where you see it. This was death: it was on him for certain. ‘We’ll be out in half-an-hour,’ the tannoy announced, so like any station report. He was saying something, but Mahogany’s ears were deaf to the remarks, as though he was under water. It grinned. He dispatches his prey wordlessly, and with an unnatural strength. The bodies had been discovered in one of the subway cars on the AVENUE OF THE AMERICAS, hacked open and partially disembowelled, as though an efficient abattoir operative had been interrupted in his work. ‘And mothers, and daughters and sons. Mahogany wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Skip to main content.ca. He hadn’t bled to death. Was he even now looking down at Kaufman’s back? Then his body collapsed, and his hands, and his life, and his sacred duty folded up under a weight of grey flesh. No trains disgorged all their passengers at Jay Street; the line ran to Mott Avenue, via the Aqueduct Race Track, past JFK Airport. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay As he stepped in he looked down at his body. I used to salivate watching the big chunks of red meat tossed out to them. Frete GRÁTIS em milhares de produtos com o Amazon Prime. Still others would even now be cramming on to the subway, blind to the graffiti on every wall, deaf to the babble of their own voices, and to the cold thunder of the tunnels. After a hard day’s work New York was on its way home: to play, to make love. Perhaps they’d passed Far Rockaway and the train was now speeding on its way to wherever they took the trains for the night. Clive Barker is best known as the mind behind terrifying on-screen monsters like the Candyman and Pinhead from ... and hell was the story that would become Hellraiser. Reaching past the well-muscled body, Kaufman plucked the knife from the heap. Thoughts of failure, weakness and death evaporated. He took several large gulps of stale air and looked away - back at the window. He heard movement beyond the door. The leaders of this grotesque meal-line had reached the bodies now, and the gracile hands were laid upon the shanks of meat, and were running up and down the shaved flesh in a manner that suggested sensual pleasure. Had he heard this he would have questioned the sense of it. “Ramsey was twenty-one then. The cleaver sliced his coat-arm and buried itself in the Puerto Rican’s shank. His stomach almost saw the blood before his brain and the ham on whole-wheat was half-way up his gullet catching in the back of his throat. The photographer Leon lives with his girlfriend and waitress Maya waiting for a chance to get in the photo business. “Obviously,” he argued, “the reputation doesn’t bear out on a reading of the books. Working with Clive, he was a great mentor for me. Mahogany turned on the television to cover the noise, uninterested in anything it had to offer. The Midnight Meat Train is a 2008 horror film based on Clive Barker's 1984 short story of the same name, which can be found in Volume One of Barker's collection Books of Blood. They were connecting up the story of underground activity which is America-wide. Clive Barker's The Midnight Meat Train (2014) The Body Book (2018) with Mick Garris. He looked at the man with a slightly disdainful expres-sion on his face. “The Midnight Meat Train” had earlier featured in Bernard Rose’s plans for Candyman 2, marrying the story to an updating of the Jack the Ripper story. A thousand snouts all moving in unison, budding, blossoming and withering rhythmically. Was there one psychotic loose, or several, each inspired to copy the original murder? That’s it. Without a feature that was analogous to human, without an organ that made sense, or senses. It was just a good combination.”. Clive Barker, Illustrator (1991) with Fred Burke and Steve Niles; Illustrator II: The Art of Clive Barker (1994) with Fred Burke; Visions of Heaven and Hell (2005) It was almost chic to have known someone who had died a violent death. The doors hissed closed and the sound of power surged through the train. It felt good in his hand; in fact it felt positively thrilling. Chapbooks. Storyline. What had been breasts were leathery bags hanging off the torso, the genitalia shrunken away. The trickle of theatre-goers had begun, but there was nothing likely so far. He had just worked with Clive on the TV movie, Saint Sinner, and Clive noted, “He was the special effects guy who did Independence Day and he’s a really cool guy. All in all, he was content. Based on Clive Barker's short story of the same name, ... crowded passages beneath an urban jungle, Midnight Meat Train also stars Brooke Shields and Leslie Bibb and is directed by popular Japanese filmmaker Ryuhei Kitamura. Hide from me?’. His limbs felt drugged and his eyes would scarcely stay open. The driver pulled him to his knees, talking to him as though he were a three-year-old. Then he fainted. The clock above the elevator read seven-sixteen. So we kind of designed a super cool hammer and he kills with that. Under his feet the floor was sticky with drying bile. One, he saw, was plucking the blue sweet morsel of a woman’s eye out of the socket. But Loretta Dyer was only the first. A planned mid-2005 date to shoot in Montreal, though, came and went and Tatopoulos eventually dropped off the project and shortly afterwards made his directorial debut with the Underworld prequel, Rise of the Lycans. He walked through the corridor of bodies and stepped out of the train. They were always sure to offer good material, except that with such healthy specimens there was always the risk of resistance. It had clearly taken in the situation very quickly. And there, I think, is a story with a perfect happy ending – he goes through hell and he comes through on the other side, utterly changed, utterly transformed....”. It was white-tiled and absolutely pristine; a station-keeper’s Nirvana. A well-dressed, barrel-chested man enters the New York City subway at midnight and stalks the late-night passengers of a subway train. If you’ve ever seen Versus or any of his other Japanese-language films, he’s just an unbelievable director. God knows, I have no appetite for it.’. And the laughing driver, so indifferent to the massacre, what would he do once the train had stopped? He went to the window. The Butcher was close, Kaufman knew it. A small man of European extraction, wielding a hammer and a saw, had cornered a young woman in the second car and threatened to cut her in half in the name of Jehovah. Based on British horror writer Clive Barker’s signature short story, this flashy tabloid take on ‘The Subway Butcher’ occasionally matches its an exquisite brut. His spine was not slit open. There was simply a clatter of feet close to Kaufman’s head; then that same sound receding. The one thing that did make me cringe was the pierced Achilles tendons, having severed my own five years ago playing basketball.”, Clive saw a fully-edited together cut of the film for the first time the day before sitting on a Lionsgate panel with Vinnie Jones, Bradley Cooper, Leslie Bibb and Ryuhei Kitamura at 2007’s Comic Con in San Diego and proclaimed:  “The three most important experiences for me as a writer of horror fiction were: my first autopsy; the first time I embalmed somebody; and the first time I went to a slaughterhouse – and the slaughterhouse experience – and this is thanks to Mr. Kitamura – informs powerfully, incredibly powerfully, The Midnight Meat Train. At his elbow a bearded man knocked over Kaufman’s coffee. Suddenly his tongue was seized tight and twisted on the root. The driver had licked his fingers, and was rubbing Kaufman’s swollen lips, trying to part them. He’d either ignored the warning on the car wall forbid-ding transfer between the cars while in transit, or else he’d gone into the driver’s cabin up front. His eyes, unblinking, could not close off the appalling scene through the curtain. It's a very thin line because if he goes too cool, it doesn't work. Encontre diversos livros escritos por Barker, Clive com ótimos preços. He rubbed his hot eyes with the cushions of his palms till his head filled with colours. In fact the air was still pungent with the smell of the shearing. It transfixed the column and appeared in a little gout of gore on the other side. The train had come to a stop. The truth was hanging in the next car. A horror short story by Clive Barker, later adapted into a Slasher Movie by Ryuhei Kitamura. Perhaps there were people on the surface -bureaucrats, politicians, authorities of every kind - who knew this horrible secret and whose lives were dedicated to preserving these abominations, feeding them, as savages feed lambs to their gods. The train lurched, and Kaufman lost his balance. He took two more steps to the door and scanned the curtain looking for a flaw in the blind: a pulled thread in the weave would be sufficient. He backed down the car away from the open doors, only to find that the doors behind him were also open, and there was the whisper of approach there too. ‘Coffee. It looked a little small beside the Butcher’s paraphernalia. His body shook. They weren’t his fault of course. Freddie Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Pinhead, and that's it! Seraphim’s team on the movie of Anthony DiBlasi and Joe Daley remarked respectively that, “We really wanted to make Clive’s movies Clive’s way – hardcore, close to the mythology. There was no avoiding it. “I was the ideal candidate for this film, being a huge meat eater. It was dirty with blood, as was his chain-mail apron, his hammer and his saw. Outside the windows, everything was as dark as ever. His mouth was too wounded for him to move it, but at least he could breathe easily. The impact half-severed the leg and the weight of the body opened the gash even further. One of the girls was a beauty. He was drifting in that warm somewhere between awareness and sleep and there was a fluttering of nascent dreams in his head. “I was originally going to direct Candyman 2,” Rose has been quoted as saying. A rain of dawn light was pouring through a grating in the roof of the station. Bright spots of light flashed in front of his vision, blotting out the atrocity. Click. He was not terribly fearsome, just another balding, overweight man of fifty. Another had a hand in its mouth. This was a highly-organized mind: a lunatic with a strong sense of tidiness.Further, and yet more bizarre than the careful stripping of the corpse, was the outrage that had then been perpe-trated upon it. Blood issued from his lips, painting them, like lipstick on his woman’s mouth. There were perhaps thirty of them in the car and many more outside. It rejected the spectacle as preposterous, as a dreamed sight. And Kaufman believed in his heart that the monsters to be found in the tunnels were perfectly human. He led Kaufman out of the train. Was he dead at his controls? The carcass closest to him was the remains of the pimply youth he’d seen in Car One. This was going to be a primitive confrontation, two human beings, face to face. en donde vo... *MICROTEXTUALIDADES (Revista Internacional de microrrelato y minificción)* Behind Kaufman, the other creatures had begun to unhook the bodies from the straps, their hands laid in that same delighting manner on the smooth breasts and flanks of flesh. Clive Barker Speaks Out on Midnight Meat Train. The lights flickered, then went out. The face that was looking down at him was black, and not unfriendly. The film (starring Bradley Cooper, Vinnie Jones, and Brooke Shields) was distributed by Lionsgate, and released directly to the secondary market on August 1, 2008. Kaufman raised the cleaver a little, calculating his chances. The thing is, I don’t just push the gore, I push everything. “We went to a number of places together,” recalls Clive fondly. And as the feeling returned, so did the nausea. The women who cleaned the offices were chatting down the corridor: otherwise the place was lifeless. Others worked with his visions, with Bernard Rose’s Candyman and Bill Condon’s sequel, strong early entrants to the canon. That’s not such a big difference in age now, but at the time it seemed like a big difference:  He stood in the outside world while I still laboured in the salt-mines of State-supplied education, and it was wonderful to hear somebody from that other world express such an unalloyed love of all things dark and disturbing. Inspired perhaps by having signed the contract for Demons by Daylight, I ended with a rallying call: ‘Horror is all we have not yet come to terms with.’. Instead, it was part of a longer observation that others at the convention, such as Peter Straub and Douglas Winter, were talking in glowing terms about these new Books of Blood, an indication to King that something was about to happen…  He said “Well, I haven’t read this guy, but from what I understand it’s like what [Jon Landau] said ‘I have seen the future of rock-and-roll, and his name is Bruce Springsteen.’  Sounds like Clive Barker might be the future of horror.”, Clive shakes his head even today with something approaching disbelief, “He said, God bless him, that I was the future of horror. Had there been sufficient light in that pit to see the whole, perhaps his tepid heart would have burst. It was small, more with a confusion of feelings than with fear. The cleaver divided the air at some speed, but Kaufman stepped back. ‘Tried to make a fucking hero, made a fucking monster instead.’ He grinned grotesquely. But be warned the movie is full of gore and disturbing imagery. Hank, it seemed, was regularly arrested for threatening behaviour and indecent exposure, all in the name of Jehovah. He failed to latch the door properly behind him and it began to slide open with the buffeting of the train. It’s now three decades since another acclaimed author from England’s North Western city of Liverpool, Ramsey Campbell, set down his introduction to the first editions of the three Books of Blood. They were quite blank. This was the Palace of Delights, after all, and everyone had their right to a little love in the dark. Kaufman found himself wondering if this oaf, with his florid cheeks and his uncultivated beard, was capable of murder. He’d seen photographs of murder victims before, of course, but these were no common murders. 1 Happy in it. So this Mahogany is... of course he's very creepy, very weird, very scary but at the same time he's very super cool. It is, in a way, a tribute to a kind of story which is very claustrophobic and very inevitable – the Robert Bloch short stories, for instance – and that’s the kind of horror fiction which I really enjoy reading. Some would be testy after a day’s sweaty labour in a badly-aired office; others, benign as sheep, would be wandering home down the Avenues, ushered along by a ceaseless current of bodies. Leon is a vegan amateur photographer who wants to find unique spots of the NYC landscape to shoot, and at the advice of his contractor heads into the city's subway sy… We designed it – they showed me a bunch of hammers and none of them were... it has to be... A weapon is, you know it should be very iconic right? The screenplay was adapted by Jeff Buhler. He heard the cabin door open. The pack of creatures parted to let Kaufman through so that he could inspect more closely whatever it was that stood outside, but his feet would not move. He’s a fantastic visual director. Nothing would make the word go away. Kaufman watched them, entranced. He stood in silence, hand to mouth, for what seemed a lifetime. It shifted a little in the dark. At Kaufman’s feet lay the Butcher’s headless corpse, still bleeding profusely from where its neck had been bitten through. Tortured Souls: The Legend of Primordium (2015) Infernal Parade (2017) Nonfiction. A few more yards, he said to himself, ten steps at most, less if he walked with confidence. Lay you anything.’ Kaufman found the man’s certainty attractive. That’s important to me, because I’m not the kind of writer who fades to black, just as the tentacle thing shambles out of the darkness…”. We spent a lot of time [getting The Midnight Meat Train off the ground] independently and through other means. No policeman could hold him, no court pass judgement on him. It was said that the man who had found the body was in protective custody in New Jersey, out of sight of enquiring journalists. His mother vanished. Tales of Mystery and Imagination. That's why I ended up buying twenty Pinheads…, “I told the producer and I told Clive, that we're going to have to create something. Then he covered his head with his hands and closed his eyes as tightly as any child in terror of the Bogeyman. The creature stepped into the car. It was not easy, therefore, to shake the passion off, as though he had never felt it. Maybe he even heard the scuffle as Mahogany subdued the youth with the spaced- out stare. I set to work to develop, in note form from way back, the back story of the city fathers. ), Iván Serguéyevich Turguénev ( Иван Сергеевич Тургенев ), Jean Lorrain (Paul Alexandre Martin Duval), Jehanne Jean-Charles (Jean Louis Marcel Charles), Leonid Andreyev ( Леонид Николаевич Андреев ): Андреев (Lazarus), Nikolai Gogol ( Николай Васильевич Гоголь ), Nikolai Leskov (Николай Семенович Лесков ), Pedro Escamilla (Julián Castellanos y Velasco), Thousand and one night ( لف ليلة وليلة ), Замятин Евгений Иванович ( Yevgeny Zamyatin ). They didn’t break out to a wider audience, though, until they caught the attention of the biggest name in horror fiction of them all. He missed the next few words as the train hit a particularly noisy section of track. Based on Clive Barker's short story about a subway serial killer, 'The Midnight Meat Train' stars Vinnie Jones and Bradley Cooper. ‘You got a job to do, my man: they’re very pleased with you.’. His body became rigid with terror. Kaufman wasn’t as naive as he’d been an hour before. At ten past eleven he threw down his pen and admitted defeat. It made him wince to remember how he had stood and announced aloud:‘New York, I love you.’Love? The director of photography is Jonathan Sela (2006’s The Omen). By 2003, though, Clive had turned his thoughts back to the darkness with plans to produce a series of movies based on the Books of Blood from his company, Seraphim Films. Bill Condon would subsequently enlist Clive’s help in getting his Academy Award-winning adaptation of Christopher Bram’s novel about James Whale to the screen in the shape of Gods and Monsters. To be part of that great tradition was enough, would always have to remain enough. en un vaso ... " Tales of Mystery and Imagination es un blog sin ánimo de lucro cuyo único fin consiste en rendir justo homenaje, Cayetana conduciendo al pueblo español hacia la libertad, Aleksandr Afanásiev ( Александр Николаевич Афанасьев ), Aleksandr Pushkin ( Александр Сергеевич Пушкин ), Amber Benson - Christopher Golden: Ghosts of Albion: Illusions, Cavan Scott - Mark Wright: Doctor Who: The Feast of the Stone, I.A. It could have been seconds or hours that passed before Kaufman’s eyes flickered open again, and his mind focussed on his new-found situation. Now three more bodies had been found in identical circumstances; though the work had clearly been inter-rupted on this occasion. ‘See, they do all this cloning stuff and it gets out of hand. Kaufman fell to his knees, spewing up his sandwich. He stood up, grasping one of the straps for balance. The small paunch, the greying hairs on his sagging chest, the scars, and pimples that littered his pale skin. This was a matter of survival, pure and simple. Stephen King’s initial ‘endorsement’ was made during a panel discussion at the October 1984 World Fantasy Convention in Ottawa at a time when he’d not read a single word of the books! A smell entered the car, a smell so caustic that Kaufman clapped his hand over his face to shut it out. It was really travelling again. They were in no station he had ever seen before. Over and over, and over and over. Wherever the guard was (murdered perhaps), there was no way he could call for help. His head was saying: blood. Gradually he felt strength seeping back into his exhausted limbs. Cover-up, like I say. Very soon the theatre crowd would be emerging. Even the eyebrows and eyelashes had been plucked out. Regular. The lights flickered on, then off again, then on. Kaufman was in the first car. What I loved about the original story was the ending and how Barker went from telling a pretty straight forward slasher tale (ala Jack the Ripper) to something that was otherworldly (ala H.P. Like Freddie's claw, Jason's machete, whatever. Clive Barker’s short story, The Midnight Meat Train (from his Books of Blood collection) is a brutal and unflinching look into such a world. Director: Ryûhei Kitamura Creator: Jeff Buhler (screenplay), Clive Barker (short story "The Midnight Meat Train") Actors: Bradley Cooper, Leslie Bibb, Brooke Shields, Vinnie Jones Twenty five pages later, as the Palace of Delights received Kaufman’s adoration without comment, the author whom the rear cover proclaimed was ‘rapidly establishing himself as one of today’s most stunningly original masters of the horror genre’ had set the bar high and challenged readers with perhaps the most overtly gory tale of all that were to follow. 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