Review: Hands of the Ripper
A solid but clearly overpopulated 1971 Hammer film
from director Peter Sasdy (“Taste the Blood of Dracula”,
“Countess Dracula”). Scripted by L.W. Davidson (who wrote three
episodes of “The Alfred Hitchcock Hour”) from a short story by
Edward Spencer Shew there’s plenty to like here but it’s also a film that
could’ve been better with less characters. Did the film really need two
psychic mediums? Because I’m not even certain that it really needed one.
On the plus side, this film and “Vampire Circus” are clearly the
most violent Hammer films. In fact, perhaps that’s what the film needed, more
killing to whittle down the numbers. However, when the violence does come –
holy shit. Knitting needles in the eyes is all I’ll say. Nasty stuff. The
finale is really well-done too, almost artistic for Hammer.
Despite some not very convincing blind acting, Jane
Merrow’s sweetness and likeability win you over, lead actress Angharad Rees is also
solid in a tricky role, and Eric Porter is pitch-perfect casting as our Sigmund
Freud substitute. Admittedly his character isn’t entirely convincing, but you
end up going along with it on the strength of Porter’s performance. The
Machiavellian-looking Derek Godfrey plays such a convincing slimeball in this
you can’t wait to see him get his just desserts. He steals his every second.
Norman Bird and Dora Bryan do good work in small support, too.
Although not quite top tier Hammer, this one’s good
enough to make you wish it were even better. Too many characters showing up in
this one competing for screen time, and Porter’s behaviour doesn’t quite
convince. Still, it’s violent, nasty, and interesting.
Rating: B-
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