The woman had been swiftly and efficiently dispatched as though she was a piece of meat. Kaufman had reached the door. ‘More meat for us. The best way to stalk, to cut, to strip, to bleed. It was a foul world anyway. Our new butcher,’ he announced. A rain of dawn light was pouring through a grating in the roof of the station. He was, after all, not one of the common herd. Bradley Cooper, meanwhile, found himself immediately in the zone: “I was excited to work with Vinnie because I was a huge fan and very frightened of him – I was a fan of his from Lock, Stock and when they said he was going to be the villain, I was very excited because I love physical stuff and I knew we had a huge fight scene at the end. The people who walked, ran and skipped past him on the streets: who collided with him without apology: who met his gaze with contempt: who smiled at his bulk, looking uneasy in his ill- fitting suit. Somebody was stripping the Butcher’s body, in preparation for dispatch to New Jersey. How long had he been dozing? There were perhaps thirty of them in the car and many more outside. But before the lights had completely disappeared the father reached out and took hold of Kaufman’s face, thrusting him round to look at himself in the filthy glass of the car window. Some of them carried torches, which burned with a dead brown light. That was all Kaufman could see, and it was more than he wanted to see. Lovecraft). " The other movies were not just taking place in this city but in other parts of America. ‘You will bring us more,’ the father said. About Lakeshore Entertainment: Founded in 1994 by Chairman and CEO Tom Rosenberg, Lakeshore is the Academy Award® winning producer of Million Dollar Baby and producer of such hits as the Underworld franchise, Exorcism of Emily Rose, Crank, She’s the Man, Runaway Bride and Arlington Road. 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.’. Kaufman looked around for a weapon, his eye steady and calculating. Its cinematic incarnation, from the pen of Jeff Buhler and the vision of Ryuhei Kitamura, simply underscores its significance as a moment when horror fiction took a leap into new territory. He lived in Boston and he worked, at that time, for The Boston Globe. The scent, the dark, the thunder. He won the lottery and died the next day Was someone tearing their shirt off? Kaufman had no reply to the idea. It had two arms and two legs as he did; its head was not abnormally shaped. All around Kaufman people were at work. The small paunch, the greying hairs on his sagging chest, the scars, and pimples that littered his pale skin. Without hesitation, Kaufman fell to his knees and kissed the dirty concrete with his bloody lips, silently swearing his eternal loyalty to its continuance. 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. It was proof of living in that city.But Kaufman had loved New York from afar for almost twenty years. Inside, the creatures had already set about their supper. ‘I’d like to introduce Mahogany’s replacement. This time they didn’t come back on. There’s no accounting for time in a dead faint. The noise of the creatures’ approach was louder every moment. It is an adaptation of Clive Barkers short story, featuring Bradley Cooper and Vinnie Jones. Mahogany grasped the hand of the cleaver hanging from his well-used leather belt. 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. He began to stand up, trying all the while to prepare himself for the sight he would meet in Car Two. It rang a bell - not in Kaufman’s conscious mind, but in his deeper, older self. He’s a fantastic visual director. There was a knife there, lying amongst the rhinestone rings and the imitation gold chains. Los derechos de los textos que aquí aparecen pertenecen a cada autor. I started, towards the end of my 20s, to put together some stories. I’m reading Books of Blood by Clive Barker and “Dread” might be the best short story I’ve ever read. They were always sure to offer good material, except that with such healthy specimens there was always the risk of resistance. Maybe more murders would follow, until at last the murderer, in his exhilaration or exhaustion, would step beyond caution and be taken. Soon there was sufficient light in the car for Kaufman to see the crumpled body of the Butcher at his feet, and the sallow sides of meat hanging on every side of him. But it was a bad time. Kaufman calculated the risks of his situation: the mathe-matics of panic. His face was smeared with blood from her leg. The train was off again, rattling down into the tunnels. Which was worse: stasis, and meeting his death trapped in a hole; or making a break for it and confronting his Maker in the middle of the car?Kaufman surprised himself with his mettle: he’d move. I may say he changed that, simply by demonstrating that horror fiction could be spoken of with as much aesthetic insight as any other fiction – with the added bonus that it gave you apocalyptic visions. Every day of his life had been leading to this day, every moment quickening to this incalculable moment of holy terror. The cleaver divided the air at some speed, but Kaufman stepped back. He failed to latch the door properly behind him and it began to slide open with the buffeting of the train. It was said that the man who had found the body was in protective custody in New Jersey, out of sight of enquiring journalists. The movie isn’t special effects driven, but there are a lot of effects in the final reel – physical effects, not CGI effects. ‘But we’re bound to eat this meat, or we die. He made his way out of the office, damp coat over his arm, and headed for the elevator. It smelt stranger than any Kaufman had smelt before: and colder. Clive Barker sets the stage in New York personifying the city as a woman who allows disgusting, depraved things to happen in secret. 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. 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. There was blood on his shoe, and a thin trail to the next car, but he still had to look. Overview. 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. He’d heard them so often; a panacea. And there would be no trick - none - that he couldn’t contemplate using to bring his enemy down. It seemed to have gathered quite a substantial head of speed. At his elbow a bearded man knocked over Kaufman’s coffee. Or would his carcass have been thrown into the dark, for their own use? He has this iconic hammer. Maybe he smelt the sudden gush of tunnel-air, and registered that the noise of wheels was momentarily louder. ‘We’ll be out in half-an-hour,’ the tannoy announced, so like any station report. He didn’t see Mahogany’s face, either, staring through the door between the cars, looking through for some more meat. In 2008, Kitamura made his American filmmaking debut with Midnight Meat Train based on Clive Barker 's short horror story of the same name. He would have asked what kind of train this could be. The Butcher had slaughtered the men and women as meat for these cannibals, they were coming, like diners at the dinner-gong, to eat in this restaurant car. The torches behind it threw its face into shadow, but its outline could be clearly seen. They’d resisted with knives, and he’d been hospitalised for six weeks. But Loretta Dyer was only the first. But he chose to ignore it. Realizada por Víctor Santiago de Dios Menéndez Costume designer is Christopher Lawrence (Crank, S.W.A.T.). Kaufman found himself wondering if this oaf, with his florid cheeks and his uncultivated beard, was capable of murder. Beyond that body were the strung-up corpses of two young white women and a darker skinned male. Midnight Meat Train is directed by critically acclaimed Japanese director Ryuhei Kitamura (Versus, Azumi, Sky High) in his American debut, and based on legendary horror writer Clive Barker’s popular, eponymous short story from his classic Books of Blood collection. By Patrick Cavanaugh - May 15, 2019 03:34 pm EDT Author Clive Barker 's stories have regularly been adapted into feature films, thanks to his endless imagination conjuring up … As the torches were taken out of the car, darkness was returning. But once in a while to say fuck it to himself was a great consolation. There would be eyes on him every step of the way, watching his performance tonight, and judging it. Once out, he began to crawl towards the door. Like a mountain sitting up. What had been breasts were leathery bags hanging off the torso, the genitalia shrunken away. For some reason his dreams were of his mother’s kitchen. They were too hot with the sight behind him, they boiled his tears away. I felt that it would also give us the visual tool to observe Mahogany, and what he does.”, Patrick Tatopoulos was the first director attached to the project. “He was an inveterate traveller – I think one of those people who liked to reinvent himself when he went places: he could tell monstrous lies about himself! I know that this is too good to be true.’  But they sent me the script and it was excellent. The train emerged from the tunnel and into the dirty light of the station at West 4th Street. He took several large gulps of stale air and looked away - back at the window. I’m like ‘Don’t get too much blood on me!’ Ryuhei has been great, the man speaks good English – it’s harder to understand Bradley Cooper!”, “From day one,” says Ryuhei, “I've told Clive we have to create a new icon of horror heroes, ’cause there is none right? Kaufman surveyed the report that sprawled across the front page of the newspaper. Kaufman was in the first car. As he stepped in he looked down at his body. After all, he was that man, that killer, and tonight the thought of capture was laughable. Chop. We’re on the train and I have to keep throwing it in there. A well-dressed, barrel-chested man enters the New York City subway at midnight and stalks the late-night passengers of a subway train. Kaufman’s gaze followed the pointing finger into the gloom. He was that much older, of course, and that made the job more exhausting; and more and more the obligations weighed on his shoulders. Thinking about the influence he wanted to exert on readers, Clive had set down some (ultimately unpublished) thoughts towards his own possible introduction. He let go of the body he was embracing. 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. Except that he already knew. Had there been sufficient light in that pit to see the whole, perhaps his tepid heart would have burst. This conversation’s ridiculous, thought Kaufman. But no: the man had gone. Cart All. The body was small, and the effort of climbing into the train made its breath coarse. It was intolerable: and yet to scream was to become in a short while like the creatures in front of him. What did he care where the boy had gone? Above all, he must be careful. ‘What are you?’ He remembered the bearded man in the Deli. Chapbooks. To be part of that great tradition was enough, would always have to remain enough. He would bleed to death, he decided, where he lay. The skin of the face had been peeled off in strips. I made notes when I got back to Boston. 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. He drowsed on. Reaching past the well-muscled body, Kaufman plucked the knife from the heap. Even the studs in her ears.More bizarre than the stripping was the neat and systematic way in which the clothes had been folded and placed in individual plastic bags on the seat beside the corpse.This was no irrational slasher at work. His spine was not slit open. Midnight Meat Train … The Midnight Meat Train The Yattering and Jack Pig Blood Blues Sex, Death, and Starshine In the Hills, the Cities Dread Hell's Event Jacqueline Ess: Her W ill and Testament The Skins of the Fathers New Murders in the Rue Morgue The Inhuman Condition The Body Politic Revelations Down, Satan! He knew with a nos-talgia for his senses that he would not see or hear again. So that’s where it all began.”. There were so many felicities he could pass on. A look of enquiry came over the face, making a parody of puzzlement. Was there any sign on that over-fed face, any clue in the shape of his head or the turn of his small eyes that gave his true nature away? So much detail, so much accumulated expertise. He turned away, and as he did so a football was pitched out of the train and rolled to a halt in front of the Father. Easily the best adaptation of Barker's story since Hellraiser, Midnight Meat Train combined the talent of Cooper with director Kitamura to create a truly scary experience. He was only small in his dream and was looking up at her radiant face while she worked. The tongue, hanging from the open mouth. After recounting a true story about the impact he’d seen a book of tattoos have on others, he noted: In large part, the placing of “The Midnight Meat Train” right up front was an overt statement of intent. Kaufman was staring at the cleaver, the Butcher’s symbol of office. There was an elegance about the whole sight: the sign of a job well-done. Then, a hiss. We made this city.’. So I was like a kid in a candy store any time we filmed the scary bits. Mahogany put his head out of the cabin and stared down the car towards the door. Kaufman bent down and picked up the cleaver the Butcher had dropped. Account & Lists Account Returns & Orders. Nothing would make the word go away. His mind refused to accept what his eyes were seeing beyond the door. As it was, he didn’t get the chance. 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. The two wounds spouted little arcs of blood. The air was about as clear-smelling as it ever got in Manhattan. The rain clouds had cleared entirely. He lingered in the station for over an hour, wandering between platforms while the trains came and went, came and went, and the people with them. The car rocked and rolled. 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. Under his feet the floor was sticky with drying bile. Should he go forward and ask the driver? Now three more bodies had been found in identical circumstances; though the work had clearly been inter-rupted on this occasion. He had no prurient interest in the story, unlike his elbow mate along the counter of the Deli. Every part of his body seemed to be weeping but his eyes. He could feel it on his cheek, like war paint. The driver nodded, and led himup a steep flight of steps and through an alley-way and so out on to the sidewalk. His face was heavy and his eyes deep-set. They were always good for a sturdy body or two. For those born before the city was thought of, when America was a timberland and desert.’. He wasn’t doing anything like the things that were happening in “The Midnight Meat Train.”  But he was getting a little bit of press. He was past the youth now and he could see the door into Car Three ahead. Kaufman dragged gulps of stale air into his lungs and grabbed one of the straps to steady his reeling body. He wasn’t dead. 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. The long, arduous and often troubled, but ultimately celebrated, journey from Clive’s writing desk in 1981 to the big screen in 2008 is captured in the pages of this excellently conceived book. He wondered, now and then, if it wasn’t time to think about training a younger man for his duties. There was something else outside the train which he’d failed to see before; much bigger than anything human. It wasn’t until three-thirty in the morning that one Captain Davis, coming on duty, recognized the man as a retired flower salesman from the Bronx called Hank Vasarely. Kaufman looked up at the sunlight, now falling all around him. He began to shake, uncontrollably. Six heads: a dozen eyes. The other one was weak.’, ‘Me?’ he said. It was smiling contentedly to itself from behind a bloody chain-mail apron. He’d seen photographs of murder victims before, of course, but these were no common murders. Cover-up, like I say. Jeff Buhler took the conductor’s seat for this journey of the Meat Train. What were you trying to do? He urged himself on, trying to ignore the horrors, and concentrate on the door that would lead him back into sanity. There was much more in the darkness, flickering and flapping. The creature stepped into the car. It grinned. The man spoke. 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