Review by
        Eric Hillis
  Directed by: Arthur Crabtree
  Starring: Michael Gough, Shirley Anne Field, June Cunningham, Graham Curnow, Geoffrey Keen
    
  Most horror historians will tell you the slasher genre began with the 1960
    double whammy of
    Psycho
    and Peeping Tom. There's an argument to be made that it actually kicked off a year earlier
    with director Arthur Crabtree's
    Horrors of the Black Museum. If we're to define the slasher as a violent thriller in which the primary
    focus is on the elaborate details of the kills, then this one certainly fits
    the bill with a level of gruesomeness that must have really shocked its 1959
    audience.
  Horrors of the Black Museum employs what would become a
    popular slasher staple, that of the killer using instruments of death
    against his victims that form a distinct theme. It's an enduring trope that
    you can see as recently as Eli Roth's
    Thanksgiving. Here the connecting theme is that the murder weapons are inspired by
    artifacts that reside in Scotland Yard's infamous Black Museum.

  Crime journalist Edmond Bancroft (Michael Gough) scoffs at Scotland
    Yard and is in the process of building his own rival Black Museum. He boasts
    that while the Yard's museum is based on the failure of killers to get away
    with their crimes, his features exhibits based on a constantly evolving
    killing spree.
  Like any good madman, Bancroft has an assistant, Rick (Graham Curnow), a young man whom he hypnotises and orders to carry out murders, which he
    then writes about with a suspicious level of detail. Bancroft's doctor finds
    it odd that the writer falls ill just before every murder in London, only to
    make a swift recovery in their aftermath, but he's unable to put two and two
    together (I'd definitely get a second opinion if this quack gave me a
    diagnosis).

  Despite its lurid title and plenty of shocking red Kensington gore on
    display, Horrors of the Black Museum is a rather pedestrian
    thriller with little of the distinctive charm of British horrors of the era.
    While the killings are notable, the movie really lags as we wait to get to
    the next murder. Crabtree was best known as a comedy director, but
    Black Musuem is played straight when it could really use some
    ghoulish humour to liven things up. Vincent Price was originally considered
    for the role of Bancroft and he would have brought a wicked charisma that
    Gough can't pull off. Gough is certainly convincing as a villain but
    Bancroft is so one-dimensionally horrid that he's not very compelling as an
    antagonist. The supporting cast is a mix of competent older British thesps
    and incompetent young stars who struggle to deliver the most basic dialogue
    in a believable fashion.
  Thankfully the murder sequences save Black Museum from being
    as dreary as a school trip to a pottery museum. Truth be told, the movie is
    most famous for a certain prop, a pair of binoculars that take their user's
    eyes out with a pair of sharp prongs that emerge when the focus is adjusted.
    The device is utilised in the film's shocking opening sequence, and followed
    up with a makeshift guillotine, an electric charge and various other
    implements used to dispatch Bancroft's enemies. I imagine it was the focus
    on the mechanics of murder rather than the film's limited aesthetic appeal
    that compelled Martin Scorsese to have it inducted into New York's Museum of
    Modern Art.

  Producer Herman Cohen was best known for
    I Was a Teenage Werewolf and
    I Was a Teenage Frankenstein. There's an element of those films carried over here in the character of
    Rick, who literally becomes a deformed monster when hypnotised by Bancroft.
    A more interesting version of the story might have centred Rick and focussed
    on his attempts to release himself from his master's grip, but the film only
    decides to hone in on this aspect in the final 10 minutes. Rick's girlfriend
    (a wooden Shirley Anne Field) is placed in peril but we haven't
    gotten to know her well enough to care sufficiently about her plight.
  In the US, the film was preceded by an introduction by hypnotist Emile
    Franchele. Claiming the film had been shot in the revolutionary process of
    "Hypno-Vista," Franchele gave cinemagoers a basic introduction to the
    principals of hypnotism. The short is included as an extra on Studiocanal's
    discs, but you might want to hold off watching it until after viewing the
    film as Franchele's techniques might actually put you into a deep
    sleep.
