Tonight I stumbled onto a wonderfully creepy black and white German silent film called The Hands Of Orlac  which tells the story of pianist, Paul Orlac. He loses his hands in a freak accident and has them replaced with recently executed killer Vasseur's criminally-minded mitts. What follows is madness, despair, a killer score [get it?] by Paul Mercer and gorgeous Expressionist/Noir film shots. I don't want to give the ending away to this brooding spooky mystery which is much more fun to say in a wacky accent.
You try it. Eeets Ah Misssthereee. Fun, right?