Either you died or my watch stopped. Oh. My watch really stopped, except you're dead anyway! Once upon a time there was an ordinary boy. Like a boy, there was nothing special about him. He loved his parents with all his heart and hoped he could follow in the footsteps of his father, a brilliant surgeon. But as you know, a person assumes, and fate disposes and so it happened that when little Randall was seven years old, his mother had a heart attack after which the woman fell into a coma. Anyway, that's what the boy's father said, and he knows what he's saying. Well, as for the whitening skin color and unpleasant odors that came from the boy's mother, these are side effects of drugs, yes. And naturally, the wife’s “illness” shattered the psychological health of the elder Randall, after which the boy’s father began to gut his patients for a heart with which he could breathe life into the body of a breathless ... er, seriously ill wife. Naturally, the locals did not share the enthusiasm of Dr. Randall, and therefore armed with pitchforks and torches came to the house of "Dr. Frankenstein" in order to express his fae to the latter. And in some century, people were able to cope with the maniac who was girded and burn the latter. What about our hero? Oh, and his father hid him from the "stupid peasants" in the safest place. In the body of his dead wife. Needless to say, the young man after that got a little hurt in his mind and ended up in a psychological hospital Tarravud? No, I don't think I should. It's obvious. And in fact, this story could end, but thirty years later, the young man escapes from the hospital obsessed with only one thought - to cure this world. And so, the young man, stuffing the doctor’s bag with all sorts of interesting devices aimed at causing grievous bodily harm and taking the nickname “Laughing Doctor” goes to the big city in order to save the locals from the frailty of life.
The first thing I would like to say is that you should not take this picture too seriously, as my colleagues call for. Yes, perhaps this film could cause an all-consuming horror in an eight-year-old child, but the task of the creators was not to frighten the viewer, but to entertain him, with which they coped just brilliantly. And not the least role here is played by the fact that the main characters are not stupid teenagers and no less stupid policemen, but a charismatic patient of a mental hospital under the serial number 913 who laughs hysterically about and without. Adds color to Larry Drake's character and the phrases he utters before sending his patient to the next world. No, seriously imagine a picture - some madman, killing people close to you, disarmingly smiles and says something like - "Relax, I'm a doctor." I have come to cure you.” Yes, after such a statement, any normal person will want to be as far away as possible from the monster in a white coat. Or, in my case, apply an iron pin/army knife/stool directly to Dr. Aibolit, but these are details. And thanks to this circumstance, Dr. Randall takes an honorable place among film maniacs, right next to the Sinister Ed and the Clown of the Seams.
Well, what about the other actors? After all, in such films, other actors cause not the most pleasant feelings. You know, this time it worked out. I wouldn’t say that teenagers cause positive emotions, but it’s about the heroes they play – narcissistic and selfish scoundrels who care only about solving their own problems and such concepts as honor, nobility and self-sacrifice for them. That, however, is understandable spring in the yard, and at this time young people and girls in decision-making are guided by feelings, not common sense. So, yes, even though the young actors are doing pretty well, I'm going to stay true to myself and be on Dr. Randall's side. At least he does not try to hide behind high ideals, but just gut people because he wants to.
Speaking of gutting. In this film, several dozen people will get acquainted with the “healing medicine” of Dr. Randall, but despite the fact that the picture presents both severed limbs and internal organs, and blood will be spilled – be healthy all this does not cause disgust. It does not cause for the simple reason that both organs and blood look completely artificial, and it was done only to emphasize the comedic component of the film. Of course, this is a black comedy, but you can not throw out words from the song, and therefore you, dear viewer, will not see anything really repulsive in this picture.
Summing up, I want to say that before us there is a vivid representation of the subgenre of horrors called “treshem”. Yes, there are a couple of moments in the picture that would not hurt to shed light, and some situations raise a question of the type – is it physically possible? And if "The Giggle Doctor" positioned itself as a serious work, then these aspects of the picture could be found fault with, but to the credit of the creators of this film was created with one specific purpose - to entertain the viewer. And he copes with this task with hurrah, and to demand more from such films is at least stupid.
6 out of 10