Jack the Ripper - 1976 * *

Close your eyes and whisper his name...

Where do I start with this dreadfully hilarious farce? For one the shooting of the movie has obviously not taken place anywhere near London as most of the prostitutues spend their time hanging round a very German looking Cathedral which is supposed to symbolize the areas of Whitechapel, 'The Thames' consists of nothing more than a short muggy river about 20 inches long where the bodies of the women are disposed, the victims have a dreadful habit of standing on the spot too long and groaning in terror instead of running away when they see they are about to die, and Klaus Kinski's charade of scary serial killer/ puss bursting, tea cup dropping doctor is laughable. The police go round and round in circles with no leads only listening to a blind and slightly alcohol - dependent tramp with huge sunglasses and there are plenty of long-winded and over-acted moments where Klaus cuts open the bodies of his victims to reveal brilliant pink blood and plasterscene hands. Oh and apparently the director is better known for making soft-porn movies, so he's obviously an expert in the field of 19th century horror. Not!