I liked this more than I thought I would. It was much better than some random collection of modern "Lovecraft" stories I read a couple of years ago. The plots of these stories could be come a little repetitive, almost all of them had someone discovering THE BOX and opening it, and bad vanilla smells, shafts of light, bulging walls, and gruesome Cenobites followed. Here are some individual reviews:
"Prisoners of the Inferno" by Peter Atkin, started off great with creepy rare movie footage, then flopped.
"The Cold," by Conrad Williams, started off great with creepy dude stalking around in the streets, then flopped.
"The Confessor's Tale," by Sarah Pinborough, awesome story about a kid who grows up with no tongue and, because he can't talk, gets to hear all the village's confessions, guilt, etc. Becomes a Cenobite later, and this story kicks ass.
"Hellbound Hollywood," by Mick Garris, a little too postmodern for me, is basically about some guys making the Hellraiser movie, but MAYBE IT'S REAL. Reminded me of Wes Craven's New Nightmare.
"Mechanisms," by Christopher Golden and (pointlessly) illustrated by Mike Mignola. This is the best story in the book, about a weird dad who just went missing, and his son trying to figure out where he went. In the basement is this bizarre machine, a conglomeration of pipes that run directly into walls, valves and shit all moving around, and he can't figure out what the fuck it is. The little pictures that went along with this story were kind of pointless, they all looked the same, just close ups of machinery for the most part. But the story is freaking badass, and I won't tell you how it ends.
"Every Wrong Turn," by Tim Lebbon, this was okay, but I get a little tired of "hell being inside of us all along" stories.
"The Collector," by Kelley Armstrong, a little too self-consciously modern, and one of a few stories where people feel the need to include the internet, but it's a pretty good story, about a badass puzzle master who can solve THE BOX.
"Bulimia," by Richard Christian Matheson, a crazy, really short, almost un-Hellraiser-related piece of badassery by the son of horror titan Richard Matheson. I loved it.
"Orfeo the Damned," by Nancy Holder. I had to start this one twice because I got so bored by the first part, but when the ball finally gets rolling, this is one of the better stories in the collection due to just how insanely fucking violent it gets.
"Our Lord of Quarters," by Simon Clark, again not really connected to the Hellraiser mythos, but still a pretty interesting period piece, set during a Byzantine war, with a weird ass demon offering to win the war for them if he can have a quarter of the population afterwards to torture in hell.
"Wordsworth," by Nei Gaiman and Dave McKean. The Sandman dudes just didn't quite get it with this one, due mainly to the obscure way the story is told and the illustrations that would probably be too hard to make out even they weren't printed on pulpy paper in black and white. Something about a crossword puzzle filled with clues about bad things you did in your life and that will take you to hell when you finish it. Great idea.
"A Little Piece of Hell," by Steve Niles. This shortish story about some modern low-level LA criminals and THE BOX was actually really good, and makes me want to give 30 Days of Night a chance, which I haven't so far because I hate non-Brian Lumley vampires.
"The Dark Materials Project," another fucking stellar story written by a woman named Sarah (see "The Confessor's Tale"), this competes with "Mechanisms" for best story in the book, about, wow, a genius scientist who fucks around with dark matter (and dark DNA), and causes crazy shit to happen. Stanford University accidentally opens a black hole that must be dealt with via nukes, power's going out, human DNA's dark DNA map turns out to resemble a monstrous face, basically everyone's going to die.
"Demon's Design," by Nicholas Vince. This was fantastic till literally the last page when he ruined it by having the narrator being the person is who is the missing link in the mystery, that's a cheapo move a lot of mystery writers do and it bugs the shit out of me, but otherwise, great great story, a Satanic artists builds like a 60 by 60 by 60 feet cube that is, YEAH!, Lemarchand's box, on a big scale, where people can walk around inside it. Everyone dies. Except the bogus narrator.
"Only the Blind Survive," by Yvonne Navarro, so-so story, I never liked it when modern people describe Native Americans in their stories, like their inner monologue, it's so like, "Oh, the great spirit fathers have guided my hand," blah. The monster is pretty cool though, a cactus Cenobite, though the ending was hokey, and I don't understand how they could kill the monster with arrows.
"Mother's Ruin," by Mark Morris. Even though it had internet, I still liked this crazy story. S&M guy follows a trail of bondage starting on the internet, like in that Cradle of Filth movie, and ends up getting the fuck tortured out of him by the Cenobites, and he meets his parents who disappeared when he was a kid, totally ravaged beyond recognition as humans or even animals, and there's a crazy giant white woman witch demon that constantly gives birth to placenta monsters, seems slightly influenced by Weaveworld.
"Sister Cilice," pretty good story about a masochistic nun who calls up the bad guys in black and joins them.
"Santos del Infierno," pretty good story that needs a little tweaking, because the whole subplot of tha main character being an alcoholic because his wife and kid got killed by a crazy driver was pointless, and it was unbelievable the driver would go to such extents to get "revenge" on the guy who ruined his life by distracting him while he was driving.... anyway, ignore that needlessly complicated part, the rest of the story is pretty good, with a new twist on bringing out the Cenobites that doesn't involve a box, but profane figurines arranged a certain way. Also, Cenobite priest, that's awesome.
"The Promise," by Nancy Kilpatrick. Actually a pretty good story despite the Bauhaus and Cure name-dropping, a group of goth kids 20 years later reunited and pulls out and re-arranges some bricks in a crypt to raise the Cenobites again. It's actually better than it sounds, if you can GET OVER THE WRITER USING THE HORRIBLE 2ND PERSON VOICE!!!!!!! God I hate that!
"However," by Gary A Braunbeck and Lucy A. Snyder. This would make a cool short film, but it's kind of unbelievable that three young people still talking to each other and sane in a basement could have already endured what a Cenobite would do to them over eternity. Seriously, the Cenobite leaves them alone and says, "Oh, my god, you've already suffered or imagined everything we could possibly do, you're no fun," I'm like, WHAT? Go back and learn from the Cenobites in "Orfeo the Damned, a couple hundred pages back, dude.
"'Tis a Pity He's Ashore," kind of boring story with a cool setting by Chaz Brenchley, who loves to make homosexuality a defining characteristic of his fiction, which is also kind of boring. Though in this particular case, it wouldn't have mattered.