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Did I Marry A Necrophiliac? The Horrible Dr. Hichcock (1962)

A black screen and some credits, nothing more. I settled comfortably into my favorite corner of the couch, then. . .a scream! Not a regular scream but one that curdles your blood. I spilled some of my popcorn as I jumped. I looked intently at the screen, the credits continued.

That was the really unsettling thing, a scream without an explanation. The film opens in a dark, foggy cemetery, as a grave digger is burying a body. A second man enters the cemetery, and, without warning, knocks the grave digger unconscious. We see that the deceased is a young woman, and before any other information can be processed, the stranger reaches out and caresses her face. Not in a dearly departed way, but in a heavy breathing, sexually forceful kind of way.

Such is our introduction to The Horrible Dr. Hichcock, a film about marriage, medical malpractice, obseson, murder, and necrophilia. I know, right? You can’t even get a cocktail like that today. Starring Barbara Steele, Robert Fleming, and lvano Tranquilli, this film ranks among the best Italian horror films ever produced. It’s Lynchian and Hicthcockian, with a pinch of Hammer Horror on a bed of darkness in which even the daylight scenes seem dark and foreboding.

After the opening scene we are introduced to Dr. Hichcock hosting a party with his beautiful wife Margaretha. He gives her a knowing look before excung himself. She soon joins him in an underground crypt, and lies down on a burial bed as if she is dead. The good Dr., meanwhile, is readying a hypodermic syringe filled with a concoction of his own making. He shoots her up as she complies, but this time, something goes wrong.

She appears to die.

So distraught over the experience, the good Dr. leaves the country for several years.

So already within the set up we watch a disturbingly complicit marriage, treated as if they were swingers or participants in an open marriage. By that I mean that the fact that she allows him to drug her so that he can be aroused by her death like state is treated as a matter of fact, very casually. We are strangely aroused by the whole relationship, perhaps due to the alluring Maria Teresa Vianello. Regardless of the reason, we are hooked.

After a few years, the Dr. returns to his estate, which has been under the care of his housekeeper, Martha (Harriet White Medin). He has also brought a new wife, Cynthia (Steele), a former patient, who Martha is not very taken with.

Someone begins tormenting Cynthia, first leaving a human skull in her bed, then hanging outde her bedroom door wear Margaretha’s shoes as seen in her large portrait that hangs on the great room wall above the mantle.

As Cynthia edges toward a psychological breakdown, Dr. Hichcock is succumbing to his demons, and he is doing so in the morgue!!! Perhaps because his transgresons are not in our face, we are able to accept his revolting needs. We do not forgive them or condone them, but we do, in a way, take them in stride. One person not taking them “in stride” is the Dr.’s new college, Dr. Lowe (Tranquilli), who has befriended Cynthia and grows ever the more suspicious of the Doctor. His world is about to come crashing down around him, and a decades old secret is soon to reveal itself!

The film leaves you with a lot to think about and is less than forthcoming in some areas. Due to time and budgetary constraints, several expotion scenes were ripped out of the script, but instead of creating an unwatchable series of scenes, it created a rich and more unnerving film. For example, the details are left untouched as to whom the veiled woman is who walks the grounds but the payoff is disturbing and terrifying.

The film is best described as ung many Alfred Hitchcock conventions by way of David Lynch. It is slow, but engrosng, mple, yet very convoluted, endearingly romantic in the extreme submisveness of the brides. A film that crosses every line in the laws of good taste yet does so with the utmost respect for its audience. Even though we are asked to see the film from Hitchcock’s point of view occaonally, we do it from between our fingers, our hand having been placed over our eyes by the skill of Director Riccardo Freda." class="photoborder" />

I can’t recommend this film enough, and though many turn to Bava’s Black Sunday when seeking a fix of Italian horror, they would do themselves justice to seek out this alternative. A beautiful and alluring trip into the truly forbidden.
sinful Celluloid Thursday 6/21/2012 at 03:44 PM | 93792