Milligan's original ideas are better than his adaptations, because they have a purer sense of his id as a filmmaker. They're nastier, and less beholden to hitting certain benchmarks of narrative that slow down an already slow filmmaker. This Jekyll and Hyde adaptation lifts most of its cues from the pre-code version of the 30s, and takes the inherent misogyny of that version and plays around with it. Not in an intelligent way, mind you, but more like a pig rolling around in shit.
Peter Hyams directs the hell out of this, and there is a sex scene set to a Limp Bizkit song. It is the most pre-Y2K, pre-9/11 film imaginable, when it felt like the apocalypse was on the brain of Hollywood and they could only conceive of it in actual biblical terms (the book of revelations was hot at the time, The Ninth Gate is the best film of this trend) and I had a very fun time with this relic.