Lurid,
cheesy and deliberately anachronistic rendition of Stevenson’s Jekyll and Hyde
story, with the added twist of Mr. Hyde turning out to be Jack the Ripper. In one of his last roles, terminally creepy
Anthony Perkins plays the good doctor beset with a neurosis stemming from being
spanked and humiliated by his father in front of a prostitute as a boy. In behavioral experiments he accidentally
takes a dose of a weird concoction that turns him into a psychotic madman;
(conveyed by some pale makeup and his hair being combed forward instead of
back). Into the underworld of London he goes, acting
out every cruelty he can imagine, but with a special interest in slashing
ladies-of-the-night. Aside from the
almost Ken Russell- or Derek Jarman-like production design and air of
debauchery, the main point of interest is Perkins’ over-the-top hysteria in his
dual roles. Other than that, a premise
that had some real potential doesn’t really come to much.

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