This rare directing assignment for German emigre-cinematographer Karl Freund is a rarely seen, pre-code nightmare, with Peter Lorre’s bulging eyes and bald pate put to their greatest use. A brilliant surgeon and frequent theatre of the macabre officionado, Lorre’s lonely doctor offers to lend a hand to his favorite actress – that is, he transplants new hands onto her concert pianist husband’s mangled arms! When his work succeeds and his patient’s hands develop a mind of their own, Lorre’s obsession for the actress reaches a boiling point as he professes: “I a simple peasant have conquered science. Why can I not conquer Love?!”. Why indeed. Charles Horak
I was trying not to double up on seeing films this year, but when I checked and couldn’t find this available I knew there had to be something special. Mr. Horak came out and commented that this is rarely shown in venues so I felt like I’d made a good choice. It was disturbing and had a couple of great lines. Plus, it gave my daughter and I an excuse to spend the whole day downtown.