Η Κόρη του Φρανκενστάιν

Digital Press2.5

Pretty sure I dated this girl back in my black and white days."Now we're aware the female mind is conditioned to a man's world. It therefore takes orders, where the other ones didn't." - Oliver Frank[enstein]This creepy misogynist Oliver Frankenstein is the grandson of the original Victor Frankenstein. The cretin slips his friend’s niece a mickey every so often, and shortly thereafter she transforms into the hottie you see here. Why this movie is mixing up Robert Louis Stevenson’s Jekyll and Hyde with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, I do not know. And curiously, She’s NOT the daughter of anyone in this film.The plot eventually changes course and a proper monster “daughter” is assembled. Looks like a burn victim in a kimono. The movie was fine up to this point but it comes to a grinding halt, going every which way in the final act, from jealousy drama to a swinging pool party with live music numbers. Full-on with the b-movie tropes.I’ll give it credit for the makeup. The hot unibrow niece, the gnarled monster, and a fine acid-splashed face are well above the standards of the rest of the film.

The Horror of Marna Larsen1.0

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Jason Drews3.0

“Now we’re aware that the female’s brain is conditioned to the man’s world. Therefore it'll take orders where the other ones didn’t.”It has confused sexual politics that I may’ve thought about more than the filmmakers ever did, and two different, delightful lady-monsters. Beach movie staple John Ashley hangs around to be useless and surprisingly fully-clothed, with an ever-shifting accent. Plus a pointless teenage party scene in which Harold Lloyd’s semi-closeted son “rocks out” with the cleanest-cut “garage band” ever. That’s good enough for me! While an older scientist works on an age-reversing formula, Frankenstein’s grandson hides as his assistant and secretly creates his own monster—this time with a woman’s brain, on account of girls being so easy to control. Oddly, the film doesn’t really seem to challenge his stupid misogyny, but neither does it reinforce it: the two young women we meet very capably speak their mind, disagree, and reject sexual advances they’re not interested in. One is clearly presented as ‘the good girl’ and the other ‘the slutty one’ but both are shown to have agency. It’s the evil or dumb guys who screw everything up by not listening to them. But who cares we’re here for the monsters, and this delivers two of them—one all hairy eyebrows and giant teeth; the other a stomping giant with a deformed woman’s face. They’re both fun, especially the former. And the opening scenes almost tease a A Nightmare on Elm Street plot, with ladies realizing, ‘I had that same dream!’ (Sorry ladies, it wasn’t a dream.)