Here we find our heroine Christine (old horror regular Jill Schoelen) playing a modern opera singer who's mysteriously whisked back in time to Victorian London, where the usual Phantom goings-on ensue. Grisly murders ensue, all courtesy of the disfigured man in the basement (Robert Englund, natch), with one specific twist: He doesn't just wear a pretty mask, he uses his victim's skin to make new faces.
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