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                    When the torso of a man is discovered, the victim's wife 
                    is pretty much unconcerned. Evelyn Dick tells the police they 
                    were separated. But when his blood is found in a car which 
                    she hired, she is arrested for the killing. A high-profile 
                    court case ensues, during which her character is brought into 
                    disrepute and her own mother's testimony condemns her to hang. 
                    However, a small-time appeals lawyer arrives, and we learn 
                    that from a young age Evelyn was manipulated by her parents 
                    into being a high-class prostitute and bringing money and 
                    expensive gifts back to the household. But she refuses to 
                    blame her parents in court. The lawyer gets her off when he 
                    tells the court that much of the evidence was collected in 
                    a subsequent search, giving any householder the opportunity 
                    to plant that evidence. But just when the future is looking 
                    brighter a gristly discovery is made. The ashes of an infant 
                    are found in a suitcase in the attic, an infant which the 
                    woman claims she gave up for adoption... 
                  Even 
                    after this revelation we learn through flashbacks that she 
                    really did give it up for adoption, but the implication is 
                    that the infant was passed to the woman's mother. She does 
                    nothing to help her own reputation, appearing in court wearing 
                    slitted skirts and bright-red lipstick. The public and media 
                    openly call Evelyn a slut, and later a child-killer. At no 
                    points does she act fearful of her parents, and yet she refuses 
                    to implicate then. It's never made quite clear whether this 
                    is because of love and respect for them, or perhaps a religious 
                    upbringing.  
                  Torso 
                    is set in the post-war 1940s. In an attempt to create the 
                    appropriate setting and atmosphere we are subjected to moody 
                    Sam Spade-type saxophone which, quite frankly, is so annoying 
                    it nearly drove me to murder.  
                  Throughout 
                    the film the accused chain-smokes, blowing thick white clouds 
                    over everybody, as if this is part of her sexuality, rather 
                    than giving cancer to anyone within a half-mile radius.  
                  Quibbles 
                    aside, this is not a bad film; there is simply nothing there 
                    to make it in any way memorable. Far from being a blockbuster, 
                    it could easily disappear into the afternoon schedules of 
                    Channel 5, and with no extras to explore I can't see Torso 
                    attracting the attention of many people.  
                  This 
                    film is based on the book Torso: The Evelyn Dick Case, 
                    by Marjorie Freeman Campbell. Having witnessed the structure 
                    of the film, it's easy to believe that it's a format much 
                    better suited to the printed page. 
                  Ty 
                    Power 
                    
                  
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