Title: Dreadful
Review: "The Crucifer of Blood" is a tarted-up re-write of "The Sign of the Four," with Conan Doyle's original chivalrous romance replaced by some queasy, ugly modern sadism. It would be bad enough on its own, but here you also get beetle-browed Charlton Heston, as unconvincing as ever, clutching a meerschaum between those dentures as if it were some hapless liberal. Not the worst Sherlock Holmes of all time -- that honor goes to Leonard Nimoy -- but close enough.
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