The Cruel Work of Time


A.K.A. Portrait of the Artist as an Increasingly Less Young Man 




1974. A few months after I joined The Dog Company. Also clearly from the period when I was eager to give Martin Amis a run for his money in the Supercilious Twat of the Year Award. Jesus Christ, I want to punch me in the face.



Same party (I believe my 19th birthday). The people not mugging for the camera like a prissy little tart are Doug Bradley and Lynne Darnell.




1976. The Dog Company (or, as we were briefly called, The Mute Pantomime Theatre) in a group shot for A Clowns' Sodom. Back row, left to right; Lynne Darnell, me, Julie Blake, Clive Barker. Front row, left to right; Doug Bradley, Phil Rimmer.




Me and Lynne. I'm guessing still 1976 (I recognize those same cinder-blocks from I. M. Marsh College, where we used to rehearse), but the modified make-up makes me think this was from Day of the Dog rather than Clowns' Sodom. I know, I know. I should have a better grasp on this stuff, but give me a break. Forty fucking years.




1976. Left to right, Doug, Phil, and me building the Dog set.



1976/77. Dog Company promo shot.




Hey, look! They did have color film back then. 1976/77. From The Forbidden. Left to right; Clive, me. (This could actually be as early as 1975, because -- as the 47 of you who've actually seen the movie will know -- I had shoulder-length hair and a beard for 99% of it)






From The Forbidden, again from an early part of the shoot. And here's young Barker applying my make-up (and by 'make-up' I mean house-paint, bog paper, and wallpaper paste):





This one's more how I appeared in the finished movie. Except in negative.




1980. Me as the tragic (but sassy!) Rainbeaux in Nightlives


The lady without her wig.



Also Nightlives, but this time I'm Rainbeaux's 'brother' Michael*, coming on tough with Doug.
(*spoiler alert: same person.)

 

And here he is disarming Clive. Kind of aggressive for a scrawny little fuck, isn't he?




1981. The Chase playing at the Masonic, Berry Street, Liverpool. Left to right; Ian Morris, Mike Hayes, me, Mike Gundry.



1980/81. Any Monday night at The Coach & Horses, Woolton Village, Liverpool.



The Mayflower, Fazakerley Street, Liverpool 1981.



In lieu of Gary Lornie's fantastic original photo, which was featured in a 1981 issue of MerseySounds magazine, we'll have to make do with this xeroxed & cropped version as featured on the cover of a bootleg cassette. (L-R: Mike G, Ian, me)



1982. The Chase. (By now the line-up -- having been a trio of me, Mike Gundry, and Colin Alvers for over a year -- was back to a four-piece with Paul Andrew and Paul Benson joining me and Mike)



The Chase's final gig. At the fucking Cavern! Late '82? Possibly early '83. Anyway, L-R: Paul Andrew, Paul Benson's right arm, somebody who should have had a haircut before the show, Mike Gundry. For rock'n'roll trivia nerds - particularly Merseybeat nerds -  my Vox AC30 amp there is not only a genuine '60s model, but was bought from a member of the Swingin' Blue Jeans thanks to an introduction from Paul A's dad, Don Andrew, who'd been the bass player in the Remo Four (who Paul McCartney once said were his favourite Liverpool band).




1988. I have no pictures of me on the Pinewood Studios sets for Hellbound, my first produced screenplay. Because I'm an idiot. So here, enjoy the Italian one-sheet poster instead:






Pinewood Studios, 1989. I was 2nd Unit Director on Nightbreed, and this was my very first day to yell 'Action!' and 'Cut!' and all that fun shit. But the important name on that clapperboard is Wally Byatt, the cameraman. Born in 1929, Wally'd worked his way up from focus puller to operator to D.P. (on such movies as Tomb of Ligeia, Vampire Circus, and Raiders of the Lost Ark). He'd shot 2nd unit for us on Hellbound and was back on board for this. Thank Christ. Because I had no fucking idea what I was doing, and Wally made it look like I did.



1989. Location shoot for Nightbreed at the Mean Fiddler club. L-R: Nick Vince, the lovely Kate Bobby, [Stefan Jaworzyn? Maybe?], me. We're helping pad out the cowboy-clad crowd of extras watching Kate's big sis sing.



Backstage at Pinewood as Craig Spector, John Skipp, and I prepare to make our onscreen debut as the Psycle Slut Sisters, three very important members of the Nightbreed who inexplicably ended up on the cutting room floor. Well, I say 'inexplicably' - it was obviously because our beauty and charisma pulled too much focus from the lead actors.


Me and Ms. Spector, ready for our close-ups.





1991. From Hellraiser III. Rick the Barman.




1991. From Hellraiser III. Rick the Barman, a little later. Perhaps he'd had a swig of whatever was in that fucking glass in the last shot.




Wow, Rick looks a little awe-struck by Terry's beauty. Don't think she'll have to pay for her drink.




1991. Publicity shot for Hellraiser III. L-R: Me, Tony Hickox, Doug B (in pillar), Larry Mortorff, Bob Keen.




1991. Hellraiser III cast & Crew




1991. Any Friday night in any pub in Liverpool. [Oh, alright. Between takes, Hellraiser III.]




1991. At The British Fantasy Convention. (And, yes, I apparently am doing the nauseating 'chinner' pose favored by dickhead authors since time immemorial. How I'd love to claim I was doing it ironically, my little cabbages, but I've not lied to you yet.)




1992. At Fantasy Centre in London. Left to right; me, Brian Lumley, Ronald Chetwynd-Hayes (whose book-signing this was), Dave Sutton, Dave Carson, Ted Ball, Steve Jones.





1992. Dear 1967 bubblegum-card-collecting-self: A quarter of a century from now, you'll be on a  card. So there's that. Cheers, Older You.




1992. Morningstar launch at the British Fantasy Convention.




1992. Or early '93? A convention in Florida where Ramsey Campbell was Guest of Honor. Left to right; Steve Jones, me, Ramsey, Dennis Etchison. I'm entertaining the lads with some invisible juggling (I fear drink may have been involved).





1993. From the Oscar-nominated short, Down on the Waterfront. Left to right; Me, Ed Asner, Mike Starr.



1993. From DotW again. Sorry. I just look too fucking good in that hat.




1994. World Fantasy Convention in New Orleans. The balcony of Val & Les Edwards' hotel during the Halloween Parade. L-R: Steve Jones, Mandy Slater, me, Dana Middleton, Jo Fletcher, Val, Richard Barbieri, Suzanne Barbieri, Nick Royle, Jane Johnson, Mike Marshall Smith, Paula Grainger. Picture presumably taken by Les; because otherwise where the hell is he?




1993. A HarperCollins do at the House of Lords. Left to right; some Lord, some commoner from Harpers, Lord Atkins of Bollockshire, some other Lord.




1995. A screenwriters' panel at the Famous Monsters Convention in LA. Left to right; Mark Carducci, Dave Schow, me, Ethan Rieff & Cy Voris. (This was the convention where the legendary Gloria Stuart -- The Invisible Man, The Old Dark House, Gold Diggers of 1935 -- sent a minion over to request the pleasure of my company. But do I have a photo of that meeting? Do I buggery.)




1994/5/6? A mass signing at Dangerous Visions. Standing/crouching left to right; Harlan Ellison, Alan Brennert, S.P. Somtow, Roberta Lannes, Art Cover, Adam Simon, Doug Clegg, Mike Baker, Kim Newman, me, Clive Barker, Jo Fletcher, Randy Broecker, George Clayton Johnson. Sitting, left to right; Steve Jones, Dennis Etchison.




1996. One of Invisible Cinema's earliest gigs at some downtown arts event. Left to right; Steve Montiglio, Ron Battle, me, Lance Bogart.




1996. Forrest J Ackerman visiting the set of Hellraiser IV. Left to right; Forry, Doug (mid make-up application), me. Sorry about the picture quality -- scanned from the issue of Famous Monsters of Filmland in which it appeared.




1996. At Vagabond Books. Back row, L-R: Craig Graham, Dana Middleton, Dana Middleton's husband. Front row, L-R: Bill Nolan, Ray Bradbury, Dennis Etchison.




[This picture just will not let itself be click-n-dragged to its rightful place in the chronology. Perhaps because the combined power of Jason and Freddy is just too strong]. 2000/2001-ish, a press junket for an clip-anthology DVD of 80s and 90s horror. L-R: Me, the lovely Staci Layne Wilson, Kane Hodder, Robert Englund.]

  


1996. A Dark Delicacies bash. Back row, L-R: George Clayton Johnson, Dennis Etchison, me, Ashley Laurence, Mark Carducci, Paul Clemens. Middle row, L-R: Roberta Lannes, Christa Faust, Nancy Holder, Steve Jones. Sitting, L-R: S.P. Somtow, David J Skal, David J Schow, Lisa Morton.




1996? 97? A Gaggle-of-Scorpios Mass Birthday Party at Dark Delicacies. Back row, left to right; Steve Jones (November 4th), Doug Winter (November ?th), me (November 2nd), Paula Grainger (November 4th). About to wear the cake; Neil Gaiman (November 10th)




1997. On the Wishmaster set, wiv me monster. Beneath the latex, Andrew Divoff. Beneath the increasing blubber, me.




1997. On the Wishmaster set. Quite the fancy canted angle from stills photographer Dale Robinette. Left to right; Robert Englund, Dave Tripet, Clark Peterson, me.




1997. Pete hard at work on the Wishmaster set.

(By the way, horror movie trivia buffs, the above pic was snapped by Sheeri Rappaport, late of Little Witches and now better known to mainstream America via C.S.I.)




1997? At Dark Delicacies. Left to right; George Clayton Johnson, me, Ramsey Campbell, Dennis Etchison.




1997, I think. Because it's probably the World Fantasy Convention in London docklands. Me and Jo Fletcher, who's pulling a quite fetching I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that face. Pretty sure that's David Howe sitting next to her. And Mike Marshall Smith and Nick Royle are lurking in the background.




1998. World Horror in Phoenix. Messr's Etchison, Atkins, and Broecker take to the waters (after taking to the Jack Daniels a little too enthusiastically)



Also 1998? Also World Horror, Phoenix? Hard to be sure, because I've been lucky enough to have had dinner with these fabulous women on more than one occasion. Ellen Datlow and I both seem very intent on the menu, while Lisa Morton tries to be more circumspect about it.




1999?  World Fantasy in Providence?  Left to right; Les Daniels, Mandy Slater, Steve Jones, me.




2000-ish? Outside the old location of Dark Delicacies. Left to right; Craig Spector, me, J. F. Gonzalez.




2001. Cast and Crew of The Djinn. Standing, left to right; Randy Schulman, Fred Wenzlaff, Jen Phinney, Dave Tushla, Kevin Gregg, [wonderful person whose name I will discover/remember quite soon, I promise], Steve Salazar, Elizabeth Romaine, me. Sitting, left to right; Andrew Wenzlaff, Dana Middleton, Rick Lee, Jon Davis, Delcie Adams, Kate McLaughlin.



From The Djinn. Those merry masters of mirth and mayhem, Mr. Sponge and Mr. Scrotum. (aka Mrs. Atkins and Mrs. Gregg)



The Djinn pit band. Standing; Andrew Wenzlaff, me. Crouching with intent; Jon Davis




2002? '03? At the recording session for the audio commentary on Hellraiser and Hellbound. Left to right; Me, the beautiful Ashley Laurence, and the not-bad-in-the-right-light Clive Barker.




Me and Ash being wise and witty for the Hellbound commentary.




2004. The very first Rolling Darkness Revue performance. At Dark Delicacies in Burbank. Me with telecaster, Glen with Korg, Dennis with mike.




2004. The Rolling Darkness Revue interviewed by Rick Kleffel at KUSP. Left to right; Dennis Etchison, Glen Hirshberg, me.




2006. The MonsterMania convention in Cherry Hill, NJ. featured a Hellraiser/Hellbound reunion with cenobites Doug Bradley, Barbie Wilde, Nicholas Vince, and Simon Bamford along with Gary J Tunnicliffe and me. (Ashley was there too, but obviously had the smarts to bail on our bar-hopping)




2007. The World Horror Convention in Toronto. This lovely young lass, a Hellraiser fan (whose name, I'm appalled to say, I neglected to make a note of), was kind enough to ask for a picture. She asked if we could "make it scary". Did me best.




2008. Left to right; Steve Jones, Tony Richards, me. Taken by Peter Coleborn in my office after a mass signing at Dark Delicacies on Steve's birthday (and the day Barack Obama was elected).




2008. With Dave Schow. Yeah, we look well 'ard. But we're just a couple of creampuff writers.




2009. At Richard Matheson's house. Behind the chair, left to right; Steve Jones, Richard Christian Matheson, me. Seated; Richard Matheson.




2010. From L. J. Dopp's Crustacean, me as Professor Nightwind, freak show proprietor.





On the Crustacean set. Left to right; Jack Lancaster, Hannah Harper, Edward Plumb, me.



2010. That year's Rolling Darkness Revue show, Curtain Call. Left to right; Snuff the Butler (Kevin Gregg), Artie Mack (Glen Hirshberg), Algy Black (yer 'umble servant).




2011. A World Fantasy Convention. With the lovely Paula Grainger (aka Mrs. Michael Marshall Smith)




2012. A Zombie Apocalypse: Fightback signing at Dark Delicacies with the fabulous Lisa Morton




2012. Glen and I sandwich a patient Eric J. Guignard at the annual Paperback Collectors' Show in Glendale.




2013. Yeah, okay. A dumpster maybe isn't the most salubrious place to hang out with Guillermo del Toro, but Dennis E has got to smoke his fucking cigarette somewhere. Left to right; Guillermo, me, Dennis. (And the dumpster is actually just outside the back entrance to Mystery & Imagination, where Guillermo was generously doing a signing to help raise funds for the store.)




2013. World Fantasy in Brighton, getting smooched by Richard Christian Matheson. Remember, kids, it's only sexual harassment if you don't like it.




2013. Panel at World Fantasy. L-R: R.C. Matheson, William F Nolan, a remarkably underqualified moderator, Nancy Holder, Terence McVicker. (Just out of shot, on Richard's other side, was Tad Williams. Not sure what he'd done to piss off the photographer).




2013. Backstage at that year's RDR show, The Impostor's Monocle, letting Ms. Blister (Kate Hirshberg) rehearse getting her scary on with a cowering Algy and Artie. (left to right; me, Kate, Kate's dad)




2014. Outside Mystery & Imagination in Glendale with two legends in our field who I'm still astonished to realize are friends of mine, George Clayton Johnson and William F Nolan, co-authors of Logan's Run (and so much more, go look 'em up). L to R: George, me, Bill.




2014. All the pictures on this page have been 'professional life' photos -- ie. no family weddings, funerals, birthdays, or pub brawls -- but I'm including this shot because it's a lovely one of the missis and because our dinner companions (along with Steve J and Mandy S) were Harlan and Susan Ellison, so it kind of qualifies.




2014. Left to right; Steve Jones, me, Glen Hirshberg.




2017. Brits Panel participants at StokerCon on board the Queen Mary. And no, despite what the unfortunate lighting might lead you to believe, we had not been stowing away since the mighty ship's maiden voyage in 1936. L-R: me, Pete Crowther, Steve Jones, Michael Marshall Smith.




2017. A 20th anniversary Wishmaster signing at Dark Delicacies for the release of the BluRay box-set. L-R: Andrew Divoff, Bob Kurtzman, me, Harry Manfredini, Dave Tripet.





Same event, now joined by Chris Angel and Holly Fields from the WM sequels.




2018. Worldcon, San Jose. Falafel and whiskey sours with our beloved Bill Nolan (90!). Sandwiching Bill; Steve Jones and me. Lurking with a full head of hair; Bill's wicked stepfather Jason V Brock.




2019. A 48-hour charity Podathon from Adam Green and Joe Lynch's Movie Crypt podcast included a live reading of the unproduced George Romero and Mick Garris script for The Mummy. It featured a cast of extremely talented writers and actors. And me. L-R: Steve Blum, Tiffany Shepis, Jared Rivet, Yuri Lowenthal, Mary McGlynn, Matt Mercer, Sarah Nicklin, me, Jeffrey Redick, Joe Lynch, Adam Green, James Duval, Dave Parker.




2019. Attendees at a semi-regular board meeting of The English Ex-Pat Cinema Veterans (Non-Playing) Cricket Club. L-R: Gerry Lively, Steve Hardie, Steve Norrington, Martin Mercer, me, Gary Tunnicliffe.




2020. Another signing at Dark Delicacies, this time for the (blood-red!) vinyl reissue of Chris Young's brilliant score for HELLBOUND. Other composers were on hand too, signing CDs and albums of their iconic scores, including WISHMASTER's Harry Manfredini. L-R: Richard Band, Harry, Alan Howarth, Chris, and some guy lucky enough to have had two of his movies elevated by a couple of these geniuses.   




2020 (during the Coronavirus lockdown). An online 'watch party' of HELLBOUND helped raise money for indie arthouse theater, The Frida Cinema. Top row, L-R: Cody Chavez (our host and moderator), Chris Young, Simon Bamford. Middle row, L-R: Nick Vince, yer 'umble servant, special guest SNL's Heidi Gardner. Bottom row, L-R: Doug Bradley, Barbie Wilde.



2021. Pinhead and his five ersatz Cenobites have a Zoom reunion for the 29th Anniversary of Hellraiser III. Danny Stewart organized and hosted and also rounded up camera operator Richard Clabaugh and Doug's stand-in (and the first man other than Doug to wear the Pinhead costume and makeup onscreen) Kevin Helms.





2021/2022. Ringing out the old and ringing in the new at Dark Delicacies. Here's an Encyclopocalypse Publications signing from December '21, L-R: Mark Miller, Chris Young, Who Was That Masked Man, John Penney, Brian Yuzna, Del Howison, Patrick Sheane Duncan, William Malone, and Tom Holland, ...



...and here's one for a Sherlock Holmes BluRay boxset from January '22, L-R Bruce Scivally, C Courtney Joyner, David Breckman, Professor Fatso, and Gregg Sutter.  






Spring '22, an American Cinematheque 25th anniversary screening of Wishmaster at the Los Feliz 3. L-R: Our host Josh Miller, Harry Manfredini, Andy Divoff, somebody cracking up at Harry's joke.







Can't stay away from the place. Another DD signing for another Encyclopocalypse bash, August 2022. Back row L-R: Adam Novak, John Penney, Mick Garris, Tom Holland, yer 'umble. Front row L-R: Mark Miller, Bret Nelson, Joshua Millican.




September '22, an American Cinematheque anniversary double-bill of Hellraiser and Hellbound at the Aero Theater, Santa Monica.




















20 comments:

  1. Every one a winner! Great collection Mr Atkins - were you under instruction to clear out the attic??

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    1. Only the attic of my mind, kids.

      Hey, for those who don't know -- the chap and chappess commenting here are the redoubtable Phil and Sarah Stokes, proprietors and grand pooh-bahs of the planet's number one Clive Barker site. So if you have a hankering for all things Barkeresque, get ye hence to www.clivebarker.info and lose a few hours. And go like 'em on Facebook. And buy their books.

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  2. Hi Pete. Great pics. I snagged a couple of Jesus and the old gang for my scrapbook. Hope you don't mind.

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    1. Hey Cathy! Nice to hear from you. Please snag whatever you like! Much love to you and Hannah.

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  3. Mr Jones will kill you for the caption "STEVE" rather than Stephen ... just saying my love ...

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    1. It's all just part of my ongoing campaign to make people think he played guitar for the Sex Pistols.

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  4. You're welcome, what a fantastic array of photos and personalities!

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  5. Love your piccies Pete,the early ones take me back to my youth!

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  6. I think Eddie Sunburst is the highlight of the rock n' roll piccies. Long time no speak.

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    1. If you're really who you're implying you are, you should have known to say Little Eddie Sunburst, but it has been a long time ...

      Send a reply with your email (I won't publish it). And make sure to acknowledge that Sarah Jane Smith is hotter than Jo Grant, whatever you and that fucking maths teacher think.

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  7. And to think I wasted a year of my life trying to teach you the bass line to Roadhouse Blues.....

    Talk about a misspent youth....

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    1. HaHaHa! Andy! So, the first time is e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a#-b and the second is e-e-e-e-e-e-d-d#-e, right? I think I've got it now!

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  8. No, you ain't got it...😒

    You're supposed to slide up the triplet for Christ's sake, not play each individual note! Don't worry, I'll Zoom it to you.

    Anyways, nice to see you and one actual regret of mine, which is never saying thanks enough to your mum for being such a lovely lady, making industrial amounts of tea every midday and putting up with me and never telling any of us to sod off, which we probably deserved.

    Nos vemos....

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  9. She loved having a full house, mate, but that's very kind and thoughtful of you. Hope all's well, and stay safe out there.

    Cheers,

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  10. Hi Buster. It's Big Joe here

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    1. Bloody 'ell, Mike! I haven't checked this blog for over six months, so I've only just seen this!
      If by any chance you're still monitoring it, reply with your email (replies are moderated, so I won't publish it) and I'll drop you a line.
      I try and find you periodically online, but you're a man of mystery!
      Long live i fratelli fiasco!

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