An unexpectedly full blooded exercise in Grand Guignol which may seem like an obvious marriage - Sherlock Holmes versus The Ripper, a B-movie title if ever there were one. However the former is ill-served by this invention which doesn't quite suit the crisp methodical detection procedures of Conan Doyle when smothered in too much Kensington Gore and obligatory dry ice. An eccentric oddity.
A great little gothic thriller and a very good Sherlock Holmes interpretation. Christopher Plummer gets it spot on whilst James Mason makes for an interesting Watson, even if he's not how I'd expect. The highlight, though, is Donald Sutherland as a psychic whose abilities, surprisingly, never come into question by Holmes. 4/5