This is the kind of film which is more entertaining to read about than to actually experience: while reviews I've read mention several irresistibly bad moments, the actual feature is a bit of a chore to sit through!
Its endless scenes of experiments (of a sexual nature) performed on a variety of young people (of all persuasions - given that here we find junkies, lesbians, strippers and nymphomaniacs) reminded me of Jose' Mojica-Marins' (that's Coffin Joe to you!) equally delirious if slightly more earnest AWAKENING OF THE BEAST (1969). The film was originally much shorter, as the U.S. version was spiced up with 17 more minutes of nudity - though this only served to render the whole even more boring!
The reviews had actually described it as being a well-made film, but I didn't see anything special about its look or the techniques used. As a matter of fact, it practically quashed what interest I had in Vieyra's (apparently equally goofy) vampire flick, BLOOD OF THE VIRGINS (1967), released on DVD by Mondo Macabro! That said, some of the film's more bizarre images - the perpetually irritated talking brain(!) of the titular doctor's mentor (which he keeps in a jar in his lab), his rubber-faced monster assistant turning up at a nightclub (with the intention of procuring yet another girl for his master's experiments) and at a pharmacy (carrying a prescription by the doctor) as if it were the most natural thing in the world and is later even seen strumming on an unusually-shaped guitar(!!) - not to mention the howlers found in the script (Dr. Humpp spouting his crackpot credo or the orgasmic moans of the drugged but impatient maidens) yield some undeniable pleasures...even if only of the guilty kind!
Its endless scenes of experiments (of a sexual nature) performed on a variety of young people (of all persuasions - given that here we find junkies, lesbians, strippers and nymphomaniacs) reminded me of Jose' Mojica-Marins' (that's Coffin Joe to you!) equally delirious if slightly more earnest AWAKENING OF THE BEAST (1969). The film was originally much shorter, as the U.S. version was spiced up with 17 more minutes of nudity - though this only served to render the whole even more boring!
The reviews had actually described it as being a well-made film, but I didn't see anything special about its look or the techniques used. As a matter of fact, it practically quashed what interest I had in Vieyra's (apparently equally goofy) vampire flick, BLOOD OF THE VIRGINS (1967), released on DVD by Mondo Macabro! That said, some of the film's more bizarre images - the perpetually irritated talking brain(!) of the titular doctor's mentor (which he keeps in a jar in his lab), his rubber-faced monster assistant turning up at a nightclub (with the intention of procuring yet another girl for his master's experiments) and at a pharmacy (carrying a prescription by the doctor) as if it were the most natural thing in the world and is later even seen strumming on an unusually-shaped guitar(!!) - not to mention the howlers found in the script (Dr. Humpp spouting his crackpot credo or the orgasmic moans of the drugged but impatient maidens) yield some undeniable pleasures...even if only of the guilty kind!