Normally one would have the right to call this movie "disappointing" (after all, it is about the arguably most famous serial killer of all time), BUT...it's directed by Jess Franco, so how could one expect a good movie anyway? But even if you can ignore the puerile psychology, the unintentionally funny dubbing and the dim lighting (all too often you'll find yourself staring at a black screen), it's more difficult to ignore that Klaus Kinski is not as lively as you might expect in the role of the Ripper. Someone in the film says that "he can't control his compulsion to kill". It looks more as if he can't control his boredom. (*1/2)
Review of Jack the Ripper
