Don't watch this film expecting an accurate historical account of the ripper murders: director Jess Franco plays it fast and loose with the facts (i.e., he totally disregards them), his version of the infamous murderer (as played by Klaus Kinski) a doctor with mummy issues who abducts whores, takes them to his greenhouse hideout, chops them up and dumps the body parts in the Thames.
With Franco at the helm, the film features a fair amount of nudity, sleaze and gore to keep his fans happy, with Kinski's killer stripping his victims before slicing them up, and even having it away with a couple of the women before disposing of the evidence. Franco regular Lina Romay, who plays a saucy music hall girl, is graphically dismembered, her breast sliced off and her arm removed.
While I usually try my best to watch a film in its original language with subtitles, I'm actually glad to have watched the dubbed U. S. version of Jack the Ripper, the incredibly bad English accents making many scenes an unintentional hoot. Also adding to the fun is a hilarious scene wherein a police sketch artist draws the ripper based on descriptions given to him by several witnesses: the finished doodle looks like something rendered by an untalented five year old. Oh, and brandy served in London pubs looks like water.
At the end of the film, a blind man with a super sense of smell helps the cops to capture Jack, the law descending on him as he is raping his latest victim, ballet dancer Cynthia (Josephine Chaplin, daughter of Charlie). The ripper being apprehended is probably the daftest moment of all, but it doesn't stop this film from being an entertaining slice of trash.
6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for Romay's musical number.
With Franco at the helm, the film features a fair amount of nudity, sleaze and gore to keep his fans happy, with Kinski's killer stripping his victims before slicing them up, and even having it away with a couple of the women before disposing of the evidence. Franco regular Lina Romay, who plays a saucy music hall girl, is graphically dismembered, her breast sliced off and her arm removed.
While I usually try my best to watch a film in its original language with subtitles, I'm actually glad to have watched the dubbed U. S. version of Jack the Ripper, the incredibly bad English accents making many scenes an unintentional hoot. Also adding to the fun is a hilarious scene wherein a police sketch artist draws the ripper based on descriptions given to him by several witnesses: the finished doodle looks like something rendered by an untalented five year old. Oh, and brandy served in London pubs looks like water.
At the end of the film, a blind man with a super sense of smell helps the cops to capture Jack, the law descending on him as he is raping his latest victim, ballet dancer Cynthia (Josephine Chaplin, daughter of Charlie). The ripper being apprehended is probably the daftest moment of all, but it doesn't stop this film from being an entertaining slice of trash.
6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for Romay's musical number.