Reviewed by Colin Jacobson (November 21, 2024)
One should take the title of 1946’s The Beast With Five Fingers literally. It exists in the specialized “disembodied hand” genre of horror.
Set circa the turn of the 20th century, wheelchair-bound concert one-handed pianist Francis Ingram (Victor Francen) lives in an Italian mansion along with his assistant Hilary Cummins (Peter Lorre). When Ingram dies under questionable circumstances, the fascination with the occult shared by both Ingram and Hilary comes to the fore.
In particular, Hilary’s remaining hand becomes severed from his arm and appears to take on a mysterious life of its own. This marauding mitt causes havoc as it takes revenge for Ingram’s death.
Maybe. No spoilers here, but Beast leaves open the question whether or not Ingram’s digits go on a rampage or if something else comes into play.
In the opening paragraph, I referred to “disembodied hand” as a genre. While Beast certainly doesn’t act as the only entry under that umbrella, this nonetheless exists as a limited collection of movies.
Oliver Stone’s directorial debut, 1981’s The Hand provided a surprisingly effective thriller, and a few other flicks embrace the topic. Of course, the Addams Family franchise prominently features an isolated hand called “Thing” for comedic purposes.
Whatever the case, it remains a modest genre, and a pretty absurd one. It really doesn’t seem like it should become that difficult to avoid Death By Chopped-Off Hand.
Despite the inherent oddness of the topic, Beast manages to create a moderately effective little thriller. While not a classic, it comes with enough terror and suspense to keep us with it.
Though it takes a while to get into gear. The opening act devotes a lot of time to character exposition, a domain that normally I would welcome.
A fair amount of this material here feels a bit like padding, however. The film seems like it could introduce the characters and situations more efficiently than it does, particularly as it explores the dreary romance between composer/con man Bruce Conrad (Robert Alda) and nurse Julie Holden (Andrea King).
Still, Beast doesn’t waste its time. Even though I feel it could become more efficient, I don’t think it bores or loses its way.
Once the disembodied hand starts to do its thing, the movie picks up – well, to a degree. We don’t launch head-first into action, as the film prefers to stay on the spooky side.
Nonetheless, it delves into this aspect of the story in a reasonably creepy manner. We find a tale with ominous overtones that manages to maintain our attention.
And that seems good enough for me. Beast never completely overcomes the goofiness of its basic concept, but it nonetheless delivers a generally engaging thriller.