The Hand. Michael Caine is a comic book creator who loses his hand in a freak car accident. As he struggles to rehabilitate, with his career and marriage collapsing around him, he becomes increasingly convinced that his disembodied hand, which was never found, has somehow gained a rather murderous life of its own... Is a malevolent "hand" really on the loose, or is he just descending into madness? Caine is his usual great self in this early 80s flick (directed, rather strangely, by Oliver "JFK" Stone of all people) that's really more of a psychological thriller than the campy B movie horror the title and premise might make you think. I liked it a lot.
