A sleazy Italian exploitation based (albeit loosely) on Mary Shelley’s classic tale. This Frankenstein rapes! What more could you want?!
Frankenstein ’80 is a film that you will either immediately love or hate, I suppose there isn’t much wiggle room on that. We all know the type of film I’m talking about here; the ones that are so spectacularly awful yet simultaneously engrossing , the ones that excite something deep within those of us who dare venture beyond the pale. I know that many of our readers are fans of the psychotronic and it is, of course, to you that I am speaking. If you haven’t given Frankenstein ’80 a shot yet, I’m giving you fair warning that you need to rectify the situation sooner than later. Not only is the film a virtual cavalcade of Italian genre celebrity but if you open yourself up to the experience, it will tickle you in ways that only a quality trash film can.
Dr. Frankenstein (played by Gordon Mitchell; well recognized from his long history in a variety of films from sword/sandal to spaghetti westerns to a variety of exploitation/horror films) used to be a well-respected surgeon until a woman of import died under his care. He’s since been banished to working a menial position but that hasn’t stopped him from dinking around and creating a new life form. The only problem he has now is that his creation keeps rejecting various organs.
In typical Italian fashion the hows and whys aren’t nearly as important as the journey, so it’s best to acknowledge the sillies for what they are and just sit back and enjoy the ride. Karl Schein (John Richardson; Torso, Eyeball, Black Sunday) is the reporter hot on the case of the stolen serum, after all, it could’ve saved his sister’s life. As that mystery unfolds we find out that not only is there a thieving cocksucker on the loose but there is also some kind of monster who seems to be pretty dedicated to killing women. The detectives hunting the murderer provide a certain amount of comic relief as they bumble about trying to make sense of the killings and their Inspector (Renato Romano; The Bird with the Crystal Plumage; Seven Blood-Stained Orchids; Death Laid an Egg) plays the classic role of the continually outraged and over-stressed boss who delights us with his ravings.
Glossing over things so as to not ruin the meat of it for you, we get to bear witness to many a murder and even a handful of groping, titty-exposed rapes at the mismatched hands of the monster. (Xiros Papas; SS Hell Camp aka The Beast in Heat, The Devil’s Wedding Night, Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks) And it gets better! We have a Dr. Frankenstein who knows that his creation is raping and murdering women and what does he do? He hooks him up with testicular surgery that will increase his sexual appetite! Fuck yea! This is the Frankenstein that I always *knew* could be made!