Michael Caine isn’t sleepwalking and Oliver Stone brings some style but The Hand is exactly the pulp you expect and, frankly, the “why” is a little on the nose. On the other hand, it gets to a campy culmination that shows everyone involved knew what kind of movie they were making. Not a pinnacle of the killer body part sub genre, but not bad.
Michael Caine isn’t sleepwalking and Oliver Stone brings some style but The Hand is exactly the pulp you expect and, frankly, the “why” is a little on the nose. On the other hand, it gets to a campy culmination that shows everyone involved knew what kind of movie they were making. Not a pinnacle of the killer body part sub genre, but not bad.