The hand itself is great, and the scenes of it running wild and free in the house are some of the best moments in classic horror. This does not however alter the fact that every second of this film in which the hand is offscreen is a painful, tiresome, dreary waste of time. If Robert Florey and Peter Lorre had been allowed to bag Curt Siodmak's dreadful script and use their own, as they unsuccessfully begged Warner Bros. to let them do, what might have been! As it is, one wishes Robert Alda, Andrea King, and the rest of the maddening crew would just follow Victor Francen's lead and die already, so we could just enjoy Peter Lorre cavorting with his wonderful pet hand.
Review of The Beast with Five Fingers
