A very poor man's 'Eyes Without a Face', it was sufficiently successful to rate four (repeat FOUR) sequels and put director Jesus Franco on the gravy train for life.
Most of the sequels were terrible, and Franco never learned how to pace his material. But at least first time round he tried hard to make it look good, and it didn't have the hideous colour of his films of the seventies.
Howard Vernon (unlike Pierre Brasseur in Franju's film) at least cuts an impressive figure striding purposefully through the streets of Paris in spats and a top hat and the mood is aided by a dissonant score. One advantage this version had over the nonsense that followed was Vernon's "sightless idiot" of a brother Morpho.
Most of the sequels were terrible, and Franco never learned how to pace his material. But at least first time round he tried hard to make it look good, and it didn't have the hideous colour of his films of the seventies.
Howard Vernon (unlike Pierre Brasseur in Franju's film) at least cuts an impressive figure striding purposefully through the streets of Paris in spats and a top hat and the mood is aided by a dissonant score. One advantage this version had over the nonsense that followed was Vernon's "sightless idiot" of a brother Morpho.