Quite a classy little feature, this one. It's not perfect, and I'll discuss its flaws readily, but it has a lot going for it.
I'll get one thing out of the way immediately - "Hands of the Ripper" is blighted by a dodgy title that makes it sound like a second-rate slasher flick when it's actually a rather good and sometimes moving little film about a doctor, played superbly by Eric Porter (who I'm sure I've seen in a film before, but he's alas not in any other film I currently own), who takes it upon himself to try and find the cause of why a young girl should want to kill other people, seemingly against her own will. I'm also not sure about the hamfisted way that Jack the ripper gets shoehorned into this in what I can only imagine was a way to generate more interest about the film in advertising at the time - the basic premise is that the young daughter of Jack sees him do in her mother, and is so emotionally traumatised that later in life she occasionally goes into a trance and kills people herself (none of this is a spoiler by the way, it's all in the first two minutes). This would have worked far better if it had been the daughter of an anonymous killer, as one immediately finds oneself trying to swallow the idea of Jack the Ripper having a daughter; "Like father, like daughter," perhaps. It's just a bit silly. The said opening scenes would also be far more emotional and affecting if we didn't have the credits playing over them. Sigh.
The first few murders of the film are rather unconvincing as well, which some judicious editing would have compromised for (as those seen later in the film show, less is infinitely more), and Dora Bryan, playing the most unconvincing medium I've ever seen in a film, meets a grizzly fate in the first 10 minutes that reminded me of the unicorn scene from "The Abominable Dr. Phibes" (there's a reference that'll fly over your heads, I'm sure), just with less humour. In fact, the whole film is terribly serious, with little camp at all, and is all the better for it. In fact, when the only things I can criticise about a film are a few seconds of dodgy editing and some namedropping, then all is well. The cast are all fantastic (and spot Lynda Baron making an appearance as a prostitute later on - an image I'm sure none of us wanted), and there's a wonderfully haunting musical score to boot. It's a very lavish and well made film, with some fantastic Victorian sets. And there's a few genuinely surprising twists that do actually seem to arise naturally out of the plot. Even the murderer herself gains viewer sympathy, and that's quite hard to achieve.
It's all rather down-beat admittedly, and certainly won't leave you in the happiest of moods, but it's an extremely good feature that shows what Hammer could do when it was actually trying.
"Hands of the Ripper": rubbish title, great film. Oh yes.