Skull of Marquis De Sade's wreaks psychic havoc on the lives of sundry phrenologists and occult collectors.
Always a pleasure to see Cushing and Lee in the same film, but acting honours here go to Wymark's seedy, snuff-taking Soho dealer. An interesting film, nicely atmospheric with surprisingly long stretches of little dialogue, and one amusingly ironic scene where Cushing is repelled by a crucifix. Unfortunately, there is something lacking. Perhaps it is the absurdity of the skull itself, which is so obviously a fake floating about on wires, and is not scary. Nor is the concept of ascribing evil powers to the mortal remains of a moral philosopher who wrote smutty books.