Living Doll

Living Doll, the final film to be produced by exploitation legend Dick Randall, is reminiscent of Jörg Buttgereit's infamous shocker Nekromantik (1988), only it is less grim and doesn't go so far as to feature corpse sex. That's not to say that it would make a good date movie or is something that you would want to watch with your gran: it's about a very disturbed individual and contains some fairly revolting scenes.

Mark Jax plays medical student Howard, who secretly worships hospital florist Christine (page 3 stunner Katie Orgill). When Christine turns up on the slab in the hospital morgue, having died in a car crash, the already mentally fragile Howard is pushed over the edge, digging up the young woman's corpse and taking it back to his grubby apartment, where he imagines that she is still alive, dressing her up and holding conversations with her. As the days and weeks pass, Christine starts to decompose, which causes Howard problems with his landlady Mrs. Swartz (Eartha Kitt). And then Christine asks Howard to settle the score with her boyfriend Steve (Marcel Grant), whose carelessness behind the wheel caused her death.

Although not played for laughs, there is definitely some very dark humour in the film, and the resultant uneven tone does lessen its power to shock. That said, there are several moments that are still quite uncomfortable viewing - the autopsy of Christine, the pathologist making an incision to her neck and peeling back the skin; the murder of a transvestite, with a graphic throat slashing; and Howard kissing the putrefying remains of his beloved - most of which were cut from the UK VHS release by those lovely people at the BBFC.

Overall, the film is nowhere near as powerful or memorable as Nekromantik, but if you like your horror dark and twisted, then it's definitely worth a go.

6/10.

N. B. Set in New York, but mostly filmed in London.

Living Doll was the last in an unrelated trilogy of British horror films made by legendary exploitation movie producer Dick Randall. Its bedfellows being Edmund Purdom's ode to Santa Claus abuse, Don't Open Till Christmas (1983/5) and Slaughter High (85) the only slasher movie in which a person is killed by drinking beer, it was also Randall's final work for the cinema (he died in 1996). Unfortunately Living Doll is the ugly duckling of this eccentric batch, but at least the lead actor didn't commit suicide this time around. Living Doll tells the tale of Howard, a medical student hopelessly obsessed with pretty lass Katie Orgill, but when the said girl appears dead on the slab, a grief stricken Howard takes her corpse back to his crummy bed-sit. While captured in the spirit of romance, he fails to notice his true love is quickly becoming a rotting corpse, at least he does until the movies weak denouncement. Like Slaughter High, Living Doll is a British film that goes to great lengths to convince its an American one, mainly by having a cardboard cut-out of the New York skyline as a prop and a days worth of shooting from the real deal. Presumably the film is meant to take place in the little known English quarter of New York! Living Doll falls inbetween being too lightweight to live up to its gristly potential, while being too adult to carry a `romantic horror comedy' tag. The lack-lustre script was apparently jazzed up by Randall but to little avail. To say that Randall's tried and tested exploitation movie approach locks horns with the films aspirations towards that droll mainstay of the British film industry, the romantic comedy is like saying that Four Weddings and a Funeral isn't Love Me Deadly. Whats left is diluted Randall sleaze with moments of bonesaw gore, rotting corpse effects and the casting of tabloid bust model Orgill who gives her worth by appearing as the world's most topless corpse. Amidst sly moments of humour, namely the (Sir) Cliff Richard connotations of the title (the end credits serves up a cover version) and a frankly bizarre cameo by Eartha Kitt. Still at a time when the words `Dodo' and `British Horror Movie' seem synonymous, it would be nice to say Living Doll is more of a heavy hitter. Unfortunately its not, and certainly fails to provide a decent epitaph to Randall's wild and outrageous thirty year career. Dust off your copies of The Wild World of Jayne Mansfield, Pieces, Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks or The Bogeyman and the French Murders and remember him that way.

Here's a premise for ya: A morgue attendant, who's obsessed by a beautiful girl, soon finds her on the slab after a car crash, he takes her home where he creates a fantasy world in which she is alive and co-habiting with him, eventually leading to his total mental breakdown and destruction. Sounds intriguing doesn't it? WRONG! This film is a perfect example of a fair premise let down by totally uninspired film making. Instead of an interesting character development plot, what we are presented with is a film based almost entirely on a man coming in and out of his apartment, making excuses to people, and occasionally talking to or hiding a phony corpse. But at least the performances carry it through right? WRONG! Some of the most mind numbingly poor performances by any actors I have ever seen (just check out the girls meathead boyfriend) and not even in a laughable way, just in a truly 'couldn't care less if they all died' kinda way. It says a lot when one of the stronger performances is from Eartha Kitt! If you really need to complete guy falls in love with corpse film collection then do yourself a favour and fast forward most of the middle of the film, only the mildly deranged ending is worth the entry fee. Though it does have a great closing line. File under: mild curiosity.

This British production is an intriguing entry in the rather small necrophilia category of horror films. Instead of a relentless assault of slice and dice, what we get is a somewhat playful script that handles the macabre topic quite well. Both Freddie Earlle as the morgue manager, and Ertha Kitt as a nosy landlady, provide some welcome dark humor. Mark Jax plays the medical student whose infatuation with a hospital flower girl goes way beyond normal. His obsession eventually leads to stalking, grave robbing, and murder. Kate Orgill is the lifeless and slowly decomposing corpse who speaks telepathically to Mark Jax, from beyond the grave. The catchy tune "Living Doll", and general lighthearted chemistry, make "Living Doll" one of the better films of it's type. - MERK

Infamous schlock producer Dick Randall's last film (or last released film, anyway) turns out to be a surprisingly good and grim little horror yarn.

Medical student Howard falls in love with the girl who sells flowers at the hospital where he works. She barely knows he exists. Then one day a body is brought into the morgue and Howard has to assist in the autopsy. Only too late does he realize it's the lovely Christine herself laid out on the cold slab. How this shock affects his already delicate mental balance and what he does to deal with this terrible state of affairs makes this a highly diverting outing for fans of the macabre Mark Jax is great as the disturbed Howard. He never once camps it up and plays even the most ridiculous moments straight. The SFX and make up on the mouldering corpse are excellent,. The plot takes plenty of surprising turns and the final sick twist raised a smile or two.

Great news that this will soon be out on DVD – and in an extras packed special edition.

If you like big studio, star-filled extravaganzas, then this is not for you. But if you're looking for something out of the ordinary, you'll not be disappointed.