By Heather Hoch
By Eric Schaefer
By New Times
By Rachel Miller
By Eric Schaefer
By Heather Hoch and Lauren Saria
By Robrt L. Pela
By Heather Hoch
Now it's lunch.
Excuse the descriptive excesses toward what is, after all, only a prawn salad. The mad genius who created it is only Michael DeMaria, the chef at Michael's at the Citadel in Scottsdale. But I'm in a rather Lovecraftian mood thanks to my lunch companion, Doug Bradley, an actor in the horror movie Hellraiser and its four sequels. Earlier, when I told my wife I was going to lunch with Pinhead, she asked, "Which pinhead?" No, no, not one of my friends, I had to explain. With the Pinhead.
And for a pinhead, he's ordered well. He had been uneasy about the prawn salad, because the menu promises that it's topped with a Parmesan emulsion. "An emulsion?" he asks. "Isn't that something you put on walls?" But he placed the order anyway, sighing, "I don't do very well with menus . . . I like it better when somebody tells me, 'This is what you're having for dinner.'"
He lucks out this time, anyway. The stack of tomato slices and garlic-tinged shellfish that is set in front of Bradley looks, at first glance, like it could be a prop from one of his movies. But at a longer glance, it looks delicious, and Bradley pronounces it so after a couple of bites. As wonderful as my arugula, endive, apple and walnut salad tastes, I still wish I'd ordered what he did.
Even though it would be fanboy silliness to expect anything else, I can't help but smile at the contrast between the monstrous character he plays and the soft-spoken, balding English guy he is out of makeup, chatting with erudition about the paradoxes of Calvinist theology and bemoaning the American inability to appreciate soccer. A Liverpool native who now lives in London with his wife and two children, the fortysomething Bradley, in the Valley for a quick personal appearance at Rawhide's Ghostown (which continues, sans Bradley, through October 31), was a jobbing, more-or-less unknown actor in 1987, when he was cast by writer/director Clive Barker in Hellraiser the first.
He had the inside track for the job. He and Barker, regarded by many as the most important contemporary horror writer after Stephen King, had been high school friends.
"I first met him in rehearsals for a school play," says Bradley. "Even at school, even before I met him, he was writing his own plays and was given license to do so by a progressive headmaster who, some years earlier, had allowed a student at the same school to rehearse a skiffle band called the Quarrymen. That was John Lennon. So he [the headmaster] has got a lot to answer for."
After school, Bradley continued to work in Barker's plays in small theaters, and when Barker's directorial debut in the movies came along, he didn't forget his old chum, though neither of them could have known what they were starting.
"When we made the first movie, the character of Pinhead wasn't onscreen very much at all. Absolutely central to the story, but not there very much. I'm buried pretty far down in the credits [17th!], I was paid union minimum, and I was billed as 'Lead Cenobite,' which I treasure."
Yet it was this secondary character that caught on with audiences. The affectionate moniker that fans later, er, pinned on this denizen of the netherworld refers to his S&M headwear -- dozens of nails driven into his pale, hairless skull in tidy rows.
Our main courses arrive. Bradley, who has cleaned the plate of every bite of his prawn salad, has chosen the chicken and pasta, and it's clear he's on a roll, menu-wise. "This is my favorite," the waiter tells him as he sets it down. My choice -- a pastrami sandwich with mild horseradish sauce and a side of fine potato salad -- is more traditionally lunchy, but no less inviting. We dig in, and I ask him bluntly what it feels like to be a sex symbol.
He chuckles. "I think I have to separate me from the character here." His modesty is becoming, perhaps, but the description isn't a mischaracterization. Pinhead's popularity may have been due, in part, to the fact that his chilling visage was what appeared on Hellraiser's poster. But it also arose from the erotic appeal that the figure seemed to hold for many women. "From the first," admits Bradley, "there was a response to the character from females that was directly -- to the point of alarmingly -- sexual." I ask if this was a surprise.