Both the script of this film and the bolts in the monster's neck were held together with shoe strings and Elmer's glue, and within just a few reels of this ridiculously bad horror film, it all falls apart to shreds. The local teen crowd is gossiping amongst themselves about the bikini clad monster that has been seen roaming the area, keeping it to themselves simply because they were supposed to stay at home that night. The issue is, other than the fact that these alleged teens look like they are past college age, that it becomes completely obvious that one of the girls swearing she saw a monster is actually the haggard looking creature, going in and out of monster make-up as if she was the daughter of the werewolf, not Frankenstein. Here, Sandra Knight is really the doctor's niece, and somehow his experiments have impacted her. The presence of creepy Donald Murphy reveals that the Frankenstein legacy did not end when Abbott and Costello met the monster, as well as Dracula and the Werewolf, and when somehow Murphy is cured, the very buxom Sally Todd becomes the next patient to get the big bolts on her neck.
The film is extremely silly throughout with Knight and her boyfriend John Archer trying to figure out what is going on, and at one point, the bikini/mask clad Knight being shot at by the police while she runs around trash cans like a duck in a shooting gallery. As the film goes on, Murphy becomes more and more unglued, sicking the plaster of Paris covered Todd on intended victims including Knight's uncle. There's a few songs as well, one of them sung by silent film actor Harold Lloyd's son, Harold Lloyd Jr., playing an annoying friend of Archer's. This results in the usual fiery finale that is only climaxed by a truly ridiculous add on segment involving Lloyd. Films like this played better at the drive-ins when they came out because audiences weren't paying attention to every detail like they do today. The horrid script is overshadowed by the even more horrendous acting, glued cereal like make-up jobs and an attempt at horror that is never even remotely scary.
The film is extremely silly throughout with Knight and her boyfriend John Archer trying to figure out what is going on, and at one point, the bikini/mask clad Knight being shot at by the police while she runs around trash cans like a duck in a shooting gallery. As the film goes on, Murphy becomes more and more unglued, sicking the plaster of Paris covered Todd on intended victims including Knight's uncle. There's a few songs as well, one of them sung by silent film actor Harold Lloyd's son, Harold Lloyd Jr., playing an annoying friend of Archer's. This results in the usual fiery finale that is only climaxed by a truly ridiculous add on segment involving Lloyd. Films like this played better at the drive-ins when they came out because audiences weren't paying attention to every detail like they do today. The horrid script is overshadowed by the even more horrendous acting, glued cereal like make-up jobs and an attempt at horror that is never even remotely scary.