Asylum is a 1972 British anthology horror film made by Amicus Productions. The film is broken down into four short stories, along with a prologue and an epilogue.
The prologue sees Robert Powell’s young Dr. Martin arrive to take up a post at the imposing asylum. He meets Warden Rutherford, who soon informs Martin that he believes the patients cannot be cured. Rutherford himself was attacked by a Dr. Starr, the former asylum head who is now a patient. The warden challenges Dr. Martin to prove his worth by interviewing the patients and deciding which one is actually Dr. Starr.
We then go into the short stories where we find out about the patients and what brought them to the asylum in the first place.
To be fair, the stories are bonkers, such as Richard Todd – playing against type as the womanising bad guy – being attacked and strangled by the severed arm of his wife, whom he has just dismembered.(are you following this?)
It is even worse for his mistress, who ends up being menaced by the dead woman’s body parts, which are all neatly wrapped up in brown paper and string.
I mean, you’ve got to be there, okay.
Story two sees Bruno, a tailor, recount meeting the mysterious Mr. Smith (Peter Cushing, terrifying), who asks him to make a special suit which is created to the specifications of an ancient magical text, and has the power to bring the wearer back to life (a bit like shopping in Primark).
Chaos ensues, which culminates in a mannequin coming to life, like something out of 1970s Dr. Who. It looks silly and it is silly but you just go with it.
Story three sees the mentally unstable Barbara convicted of two murders which were committed by her friend, Lucy. But who exactly is the mysterious Lucy, and is she all she seems?
Charlotte Rampling is very good as the confused Barbara.
In the final story, Herbert Lom appears as Dr. Byron, a neurosurgeon with a collection of dolls which he believes he can make come to life.
Let’s just say it does not end well, and Byron, angry that Dr. Martin does not believe him, exacts his revenge by bringing to life a miniature doll type robot thingy which goes on a murderous rampage.
It is unbelievably stupid, but by this point I would have believed anything.
The acting throughout is very good, with the likes of Peter Cushing, Richard Todd and Barry Morse all convincing. And Robert Powell is believable as the young Dr. Martin.
It is all incredibly silly but I have always rather enjoyed an anthology film, and Amicus has come up trumps here.
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