Review: The Flesh and the Fiends
Set in 19th Century Edinburgh (and based
somewhat on historical fact), respectable doctor Peter Cushing relies on
grave-robbers to supply him with medical specimens. Enter grotesque and
opportunistic Burke (George Rose) and Hare (Donald Pleasence), two such grave-robbers
eager to make a buck…soon not even bothering with the grave-robbing aspect to
their body-finding gig, if you follow my meaning. Dermot Walsh is Cushing’s
concerned colleague, June Laverick his niece, and John Cairney a pupil who is
dallying around with hooker Billie Whitelaw.
This 1959 John Gilling (“The Gorgon”, “The
Reptile”) low-budget version of the Burke and Hare tale is sleazy fun,
especially in the slightly more explicit ‘Continental Version’ (restoring a
couple of brief tit shots, and a bit more graphic violence from an otherwise
fairly tame film). It is not a patch on the previous “The Body Snatcher”,
but it is definitely a worthwhile film for fans, with only a few minor
reservations. On the plus side, the exteriors are superbly shot by
cinematographer Monty Berman (“Murder Will Out”), showing how grotty and
seedy the time and place were. Also, there’s a wonderful music score by Stanley
Black (“Maniac”, “The Day the Earth Caught Fire”).
In terms of casting, Peter Cushing is perfectly cast as
the outwardly respectable but arrogant doctor, and treats the film with the utmost
seriousness. However, seriously sleazy Donald Pleasence is around to walk off
with the picture entirely (He certainly works hard to make you notice him, as
usual). He’ll make you want to bathe and scrub yourself furiously afterwards.
Rose is no slouch either, looking like a slightly less seedy Sir Les Patterson.
Together they make for a wonderfully decadent pair of creepy lowlife bastards. The
underrated Billie Whitelaw also registers strongly in support, she’s got a real
vitality and charisma to her I think.
Scripted by Leon Griffiths (Robert Aldrich’s “The
Grissom Gang”) and Gilling, I think the film is a bit too long and
overpopulated. I understand why the characters played by June Laverick and
Dermot Walsh are there, but I think they’re pretty expendable, taking away
precious screen time that could’ve been afforded to Cushing, Whitelaw, and John
Cairney, who are much more interesting. As is it feels a touch unfocussed and
slow-paced. I also think the film is slightly hampered by a piss-weak ending
and annoying moralising. I think a very important character is afforded a
little too much kindness by the screenplay at the 11th hour, which I
don’t believe they really earned. Still, an interesting and effectively filthy
film with several terrific turns.
Rating: B-
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