Corruption is directed by Robert Hartford-Davis and written by Derek and Donald Ford. It stars Peter Cushing, Sue Lloyd, Noel Trevarthen, Kate O'Mara and David Lodge. Music is by Bill McGuffie and cinematography by Peter Newbrook.
When an accident badly scars the face of his young fiancée, skilled surgeon Sir John Rowan (Cushing) discovers a way to restore her face to normal by using a serum derived out of the pituitary gland. Unfortunately the treatment is only successful for a short period of time, and so the doctor is sent on a murderous spree of gland harvesting so as to keep his betrothed beautiful.
Heads you win...
I wasn't sure if I had been dreaming the other night? I found myself in the swanky and swinging 1960s, where mini-skirts and energetic dancing was the norm. Into this garishly flecked world was Peter Cushing as a mad surgeon type, cutting off heads, wrestling with naked women, hanging around with prostitutes. He has got a trophy wife, where Sue Lloyd is 26 years Peter's junior, and Sue is playing a conniving - come - psychotic - bitch. There was even some sort of bonkers laser weapon, and a home invasion sequence where carnage ensues, and all around is the faint whiff of Guignol excess, but the delirium is disgustingly enjoyable. A corruption of the soul most pleasing...
But I did have a touch of influenza, dosed up to eyeballs with medicine and grain mash liquor, so I'm sure it was all a dream/nightmare/hallucination. But then again maybe not? 7/10
When an accident badly scars the face of his young fiancée, skilled surgeon Sir John Rowan (Cushing) discovers a way to restore her face to normal by using a serum derived out of the pituitary gland. Unfortunately the treatment is only successful for a short period of time, and so the doctor is sent on a murderous spree of gland harvesting so as to keep his betrothed beautiful.
Heads you win...
I wasn't sure if I had been dreaming the other night? I found myself in the swanky and swinging 1960s, where mini-skirts and energetic dancing was the norm. Into this garishly flecked world was Peter Cushing as a mad surgeon type, cutting off heads, wrestling with naked women, hanging around with prostitutes. He has got a trophy wife, where Sue Lloyd is 26 years Peter's junior, and Sue is playing a conniving - come - psychotic - bitch. There was even some sort of bonkers laser weapon, and a home invasion sequence where carnage ensues, and all around is the faint whiff of Guignol excess, but the delirium is disgustingly enjoyable. A corruption of the soul most pleasing...
But I did have a touch of influenza, dosed up to eyeballs with medicine and grain mash liquor, so I'm sure it was all a dream/nightmare/hallucination. But then again maybe not? 7/10