Review of Burke & Hare

Vernon Sewell's only recently resurrected, morbidly marvellous, luridly lewd 'Burke & Hare' (1972) is further distinguished by the singularly sleazy turns from stalwart character actors Derren Nesbitt and Harry Andrews making the experience saucier than a cider-ripened pair of poorly pickled plums! A fleshly fiendish trawl through the iniquitous back alleys of 19th century Edinburgh, wherein the morbidly fascinating tale of these infamous body snatchers is garishly presented for our grisly edification, sparing no gloriously gory detail over how these maniacal miscreants invidiously plied their blasphemous trade, vividly exposing their grievous impropriety that led this diabolical duo of fiendishly feral flesh merchants to their inexorable, darkly-storied doom!!! Their vile transport from oafish zeros to the icy gallows is boldly told, and maintains a gruesomely tight grip like a hangman's noose! And it was utterly delightful to see exquisite scream dreams Yutte Stensgaard and Françoise Pascal...and, er, there's so much of 'em to see!!!!!!! This recklessly ribald, corpse-bartering shocker retains its delightfully seamy veneer, being a frequently bawdy, blood-thirsty bacchanal of gross impropriety, despicable immorality, boozy licentiousness and sordid, cold blooded murder, and is all the better for it, mayte! 'Hare today...gone tomorrow!' After watching the altogether nefarious nocturnal depredations of these asinine anti-heroes you might need a 'stiff' drink to revivify your fear-frozen marrow!!!!!!