Loose remake of the German silent horror The Hands of Orlac (1924) directed by Karl Freund, the star photographer of German expressionism. So it looks wonderful. Famed cinematographer Gregg Toland paints with light most eloquently and there are evocative sets of the back alleys of the Parisian Grand Guignol.
The plot is among the most brilliantly lurid in all horror. When the hands of a concert pianist (Colin Clive) are crushed, his beautiful wife (Frances Drake), visits the sinister/brilliant surgeon (Peter Lorre) who stalks her, and begs him to save her husband's precious fingers. So the doctor transplants the hands of a recently guillotined, knife-throwing murderer!
His patient is still unable to play the piano but can't stop chucking blades... And then things get really crazy! This is a quality mad doctor film and an early example of the dark hospital theme, which finds within its gleaming white sterility, suffering, transgressive behaviour and unbridled egotism. Lorre is memorably repellant.
Censorship was about to send horror into remission. Many classics were shelved for decades This is the last of it's early '30s golden age. The vision of the bald, baby faced, big eyed Lorre in his fetishistic leather neck support and robot hands is one of the great grotesque horror images.