Working under the pseudonym of Robert H. Oliver, prolific exploitation producer Dick Randall has a crack at directing with the wonderfully titled Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks; although Randall's inexperience in this particular discipline is evident from the film's poor pacing and frequently awkward visuals, the final result delivers such a hefty dose of cheesy Gothic nonsense and random silliness that it's hard not to enjoy just a little bit.
The daft plot throws in everything one might expect from the genre—a perverted, vengeful dwarf, a hunchbacked assistant, a mad scientist's lab, a thunder storm, buxom beauties, and villagers armed with pitchforks and flaming torches—and then goes one better by introducing Neanderthal cavemen into the mix!! Rather surprisingly, the film delivers very little in the way of gore, but Randall compensates somewhat for the lack of blood by providing exploitation fans with some sleaze instead, including frequent female nudity, voyeurism, rape, adultery, and even a spot of corpse fondling (courtesy of the deviant dwarf).
The daft plot throws in everything one might expect from the genre—a perverted, vengeful dwarf, a hunchbacked assistant, a mad scientist's lab, a thunder storm, buxom beauties, and villagers armed with pitchforks and flaming torches—and then goes one better by introducing Neanderthal cavemen into the mix!! Rather surprisingly, the film delivers very little in the way of gore, but Randall compensates somewhat for the lack of blood by providing exploitation fans with some sleaze instead, including frequent female nudity, voyeurism, rape, adultery, and even a spot of corpse fondling (courtesy of the deviant dwarf).