If this movie had come around 20 or 30 years later, it might have qualified as “postmodern.” It starts out along a fairly predictable “son of” path: Junior discovers the truth about his father and sets about trying to prove that dear old Dad (whom he never met) wasn’t actually such a bad guy. Normally one would expect him to fall into daddy’s rut and end up terrorizing London as the Son of Mr. Hyde. But instead … well, perhaps I shouldn’t reveal the turn of the screw to those of you thinking about taking this picture on. Though this is a bit on the boring side, it’s far from the worst riff on Stevenson that I’ve ever seen. Mildly amusing
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