Smile. Not too much.

A particularly gruesome premise this; Dr Genessier (Pierre Brassuer) is an eminent plastic surgeon whose daughter is horribly disfigured in an accident and in order to find her a suitable donor for a face transplant, his assistant Louise trawls Paris for young women who resemble her and kidnaps them. The doctor then performs surgery on the victims, cuts off their faces and then disposes of their bodies when ultimately the experiments fail and they die. Oh yes, not only does Genessier keep a huge kennel of dogs which he uses to conduct primitive transplants on but he also looks like a portly David Guest which only adds to the creepiness. His daughter Christiana floats around the huge family house in a ghostly Jean Cocteau-like manner, spending the majority of the film wearing a mask to cover her disfigurement; all this beneath a backdrop of the police hunt for the murderer of these defaced young women. I mean, what’s not to like? Best described this as a poetic horror-noir, this film is a rare treat. The doctor’s black Citroën DS is the real star of the show though…

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