The Elephant Man is as bizarre a story as anything Charles Dickens imagined. But it is true. John (also called Joseph) Merrick was the worst 'freak' case known to Victorian medicine. A hideous disease had distorted his face and body from birth into a physical parody of a pachyderm, and he remained a prize 'specimen' in a travelling sideshow until Treves, a young surgeon, salvaged him from the circus tent and coaxed out of the swollen husk a strangely sweet and unembittered personality. It is this 'transformation' that makes the film into an experience that far transcends any of the risks its material contains of being 'merely' a horror movie. After an unnerving build-up to the revelation of Merrick's deformity, through other people's reactions to it, director David Lynch begins to play on the notes of humanity inside the actor cast as Merrick. He is John Hurt - and he gives an unbelievably touching performance against considerable physical odds. For Hurt's own expressive features are almost sunk without trace in a 14-piece foam-rubber replica of Merrick's bulbous head. Although as imprisoned as anyone inside a Rio carnival mask, he uses lips and body to project an inner world of heart-wrenching sanity. With Anthony Hopkins, as Treves, he engages in a duet in which the man with the power of speech bounces his words off the other's disabled exterior until both are in responsive harmony. It is, in every sense, a luminous film.