Terence Fisher's last film for Hammer (ever?) sees him re-united with the excellent Peter Cushing and doing what he does best; creating a dark, alien world with lush, watery colours, and using fluid camera tracking shots to tell a simple, gory, fairy-tale.
Fisher's influence is omnipresent in today's cinema - I saw 'Pan's Labyrinth' recently and had to smile at del Toro's gentle homage; his camera moving smoothly, yet malevolently through the forest trees,(on the edge of the soldiers camp) just as Fishers so often did.
And am I alone in thinking that the asylum set here at 'FATMFH' (though making 'Cell Block H's' look like 'Lord of the Rings' in terms of budget), bears more than a passing resemblance to the long-shot interiors of the good-ship Nostromo - such an important factor in the success of 'Alien'.
Fisher was a straight forward story-teller, the budget restrictions he worked under saw to that.
No camera pyrotechnics or ambitious Russellian flourishes for him. No million dollar special effects, no prima-donna histrionics if he wasn't allowed more weeks to finish his latest masterpiece. A team player. A proper, old school pro.
Modern directors would pay a fortune for just a pinch of 'FATMFH's dank, enclosed atmosphere and many have tried to emulate it. Tim Burton being the most obvious, with varying degrees of success (Try shaving 90% off your budget Tim, that should do it).
Despite the fond memories and cosy reminiscences, this film is certainly not kid-friendly. There's an ugly incest sub-plot..hints at creationist engineering involving the divine Madeline Smith..and the eye-popping (fabulous, considering the budget) operation sequences, which had my long-suffering girlfriend reaching for her trusty 'green cushion' (the Ess households' equivalent of the Dr Who 'sofa') in abject abhorrence.
There's a lot to amuse as well. Cushing looks as though he's having an absolute blast as the obsessed but clearly bonkers Baron F.
The 'God' character; mock-solemn, but really funny in a mad-haired, drunk itinerant kind of way.
A brilliantly low budget courtroom scene, where a pompous-rector judge's lines have obviously just been written ten minutes before, and the scene at the end; where one of the warders shouts "There's a monster at large!" at a mob of strung-out lunatics, makes me grin like a scalpel incision every time.
Technically its not bad either. Music, editing and the aforementioned sets are all good (just don't look TOO closely!). The only slight reservation I have is the 'monster' itself. Though facially hideous, its body looks like it's made of dusty buckram or something, draped in a muddy kaftan shawl (sorry, I've just been watching Glastonbury), but it's a tiny niggle.
In short, a rousing and grimly entertaining epitaph to some influential and majorly talented people.
The ultimate star rating then. Not just for the movie, which I like a lot; but for all that these people achieved, meant to me, and still do.
{I took Mr. Retrostars advice and tracked down the much-more-complete German R2 dvd,(hence the late review) as the razored 'DD' release is an insult;
It's miles better. Deeper colours and the German language soundtrack is easily turned to English. It's hard to review a film (or anything!!) when big chunks of it are missing; and no, those rotters at the BBFC bear no blame this time. Well worth the extra effort.}
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