The Creeping Flesh Reviews

At the center of this surprisingly good effort from the incredibly spotty Freddie Francis is Victorian scientist Cushing's attempt to develop an antidote for the blood-poisoning evil spread by an antediluvian skeleton that sprouts flesh when it gets wet. Fearing that his daughter will go insane like her mother, Cushing gives her the serum he has created. Instead of becoming a saint, she turns into a sex-crazed murderer. Meanwhile, Cushing's ruthless brother, Lee, who is head of the asylum where Cushing's wife spent her last days, is obsessed with uncovering the source of evil and steals the skeleton. A storm erupts during the coach ride from the lab to the asylum, and the skeleton is drenched, resulting in the return of its flesh. Brought back to life, it escapes and terrorizes the countryside. Well mounted and scary, THE CREEPING FLESH is yet another genre film that equates unchecked female sexuality with horrific consequences, though it isn't clear whether director Francis is condemning or supporting this notion.