I finally saw Clive Barker's Midnight Meat Train.
I enjoyed it, though I felt Barker's unmistakable "grittiness" kind of fell short because of the sterile color grading and the CGI gore. Then again, he didn't direct it.
Also I wish the weird barnacles Mahogany was cutting off his chest and storing in jars was explained, but it never was. When that scene came up I couldn't help but think of Cousin Sven's "Yar of Speet".
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