Directed by Freddie Francis
Produced by Michael P. Redbourn
Original Screenplay by Peter Spenceley & Jonathan Rumbold
Director Of Photography: Norman Warwick, BSC
Film Editor: Oswald Hafenrichter
Music by Paul Ferris
Cast: Christopher Lee (Dr. James Hildern), Peter Cushing (Professor Emmanuel Hildern), Lorna Heilbron (Penelope Hildern), Jenny Runacre (Marguerite Hildern), George Benson (Professor Waterlow), Kenneth J. Warren (Charles Lenny), Duncan Lamont (Inspector), Harry Locke (Barman), Hedger Wallace (Dr. Perry), Michael Ripper (Carter), Catherine Finn (Emily), Robert Swann (Young Aristocrat), David Bailie (Young Doctor), Maurice Bush (Karl), Tony Wright (Sailor), Marianne Stone (Assistant), Alexandra Dane (Whore), Larry Taylor (Warder), Martin Carroll (Warder), Dan Meaden (Lunatic), Sue Bond
My junior year in high school, on the last day before the Christmas break, there were all sorts of activities going on around the school. The one I remember, since it’s what I chose to do, was The Creeping Flesh (1973) running in the auditorium. The girl I was sweet on at the time was not near as excited about it as I was!*
Of course, Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee are some of the biggest names in horror movies of the 60s and early 70s, thanks largely to their terrific work for Hammer Films. Pairing them had been a cinematic sure thing since 1957’s Curse Of Frankenstein, and Tigon signed them both for The Creeping Flesh. They also put one of the UK’s best horror directors at the helm, former cinematographer Freddie Francis.
In Victorian England, anthropologist Emmanuel Hildern (Peter Cushing) comes home from Papua New Guinea with one hell of a souvenir — the ancient skeleton of a giant humanoid (delivered by Michael Ripper). He learns that while he was away, his wife passed away in a mental institution run by his psychiatrist half-brother (Christopher Lee). Cushing’s daughter (Lorna Heilbron) had been told her mother died long ago.
One evening, Cushing gets a bit of water and begins to clean the skeleton, first washing off its hand. Almost immediately, flesh begins to form on a finger, which Cushing quickly chops off.
Playing his typical obsessed, absent-minded, well-meaning scientist, Cushing wonders if evil is a disease — and if these cells can point to a cure for evil in the world. Soon, a serum is prepared using blood from the regenerated flesh and the tests go drastically wrong.
Of course, we’re all waiting for the skeleton to get wet and go on a rampage. But not so fast, there’s all kinds of other stuff going on. Maybe Cushing’s daughter is inheriting her mother’s madness (she was really a drunk and a harlot). The conniving Lee is chasing after money and notoriety — which he thinks he can have, if he can just get ahold of his brother’s giant skeleton. Naturally, Lee has it stolen — during a rainstorm.
If all this sounds like The Creeping Flesh is uneven, it is. Its plot goes all over the place, making for a very fun ride.
Peter Cushing is terrific in a part that must’ve been a lot of fun to play. Lee has a smaller part (why is he billed first?), but he’s always great as pompous, elitist swine like this.
Freddie Francis seems to be having a lot of fun stylistically here. POV shots from inside the skeleton’s head are cool — repeating a technique he used in another Cushing-Lee picture, The Skull (1965). He does a great job of keeping the narrative working as it zigs and zags from one weird plot point to the next (with the help of editor Oswald Hafenrichter). Francis’ films are often handicapped by lackluster scripts, and The Creeping Flesh shows what he could do with something better.
Here in the States, The Creeping Flesh is part of a Mill Creek Blu-Ray set called Psycho Circus that also includes Francis’ Torture Garden (1967), an Amicus anthology film with Cushing in it, and Brotherhood Of Satan (1971) with Strother Martin, L.Q. Jones and Ahna Capri. All three pictures are pressed onto a single disc, which seems fine. They were distributed by Columbia back in the day, so they have the typically top-notch transfers that the studio licenses to Mill Creek. I love the 70s-era film grain so perfectly presented here in The Creeping Flesh.
There are no extras, except for a reversible cover. I really like the cover (above) that makes use of each film’s original poster art (also used for the disc’s menu).
The Creeping Flesh is a lot of fun, and in my case it’s slathered with a heavy layer of nostalgia. The disc here is quite nice, and since it gives you another Francis-Cushing picture looking just as good, turns out to be a bargain. It’s certainly recommended for fans of such stuff.
*My English teacher was in charge of picking the movie. He showed me a short list and asked what he should go with. Completely selfishly, I encouraged him to go with The Creeping Flesh. This is still the closest I’ve come to one of my goals — curating some sort of retrospective or festival!