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Burke and Hare

(2010)

Some nice moments sprinkled throughout, and John Landis clearly revelled in making 19th century Edinburgh as grimy and unsanitary as possible. But the subplot with the all-female Macbeth production kills the film's momentum and should have been excised.

Really, the highlights are the cameos, particularly Ronnie Corbett and Michael Winner. Paul Whitehouse gets by far the biggest laugh with his.

**1/2

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