Someone is commemorating
the 100th anniversary of Jack the Ripper by killing prostitutes on
the same days he did. A doctor sees one of his colleagues in
circumstances best described as rather suspicious, but before he can
report this to the cops, he is murdered. Now, this doctor had a twin
brother, who dreamt the whole thing, and he goes to the police -
having given them all the fine details of what happened, they do the
obvious thing and suspect him. He has to prove that he didn't do it
by catching the real killer. I didn't find this American thriller
especially effective because even I could spot the red-herrings with
my negligible detective skill. The plot is reasonable, the acting is
nothing special and the direction is pedestrian. In fact, there is
very little to mark this out from any one of a hundred similar
films. It is entertaining enough, but failed to excite anything more
than mild interest in me. Perhaps I've overdosed on Jack the Ripper
films lately. Avoid, and watch Hands of the Ripper instead.
