Pathetic attempt at comedy makes this the worst horror spoof ever, not amusing or even delightfully bad, let alone funny. Did the actors actually read the script, or maybe they thought that this was supposed to be a practical joke? At any rate, what are Donald Pleasance, Yvonne Furneaux, June Wilkinson and yes, even Zsa Zsa Gabor doing in this? It deals with the nearly 200 year old Furneaux (who looks 40) returning to the home of her uncle, the original mad baron, almost 180 years later, bringing with her his ancestor (Pleasance) and the obvious return to scientific experiments. Pleasance also plays Victor in flashbacks, but it's hardly a shining moment for him, let alone anyone involved in this fiasco.
All the elements are there to make it at least a guilty pleasure, but instead, it's guilty hatred for everything about this film that completely wasted over 90 minutes of my time. Attempts at humor totally fail, and this ends up being the kleenex that wipes up all the body waste of the Mel Brooks superior classic. The sound recording is dreadful with Pleasance so breathy in his dialog that it is impossible to understand what he is saying most of the time. The story is a mess, made incomprehensible by a horrid script. It's as if the writers didn't really know anything about Mary Shelley's novel or watch any of the dozen or more predecessors. A complete waste of time and an example of the living dead among the literary community.
All the elements are there to make it at least a guilty pleasure, but instead, it's guilty hatred for everything about this film that completely wasted over 90 minutes of my time. Attempts at humor totally fail, and this ends up being the kleenex that wipes up all the body waste of the Mel Brooks superior classic. The sound recording is dreadful with Pleasance so breathy in his dialog that it is impossible to understand what he is saying most of the time. The story is a mess, made incomprehensible by a horrid script. It's as if the writers didn't really know anything about Mary Shelley's novel or watch any of the dozen or more predecessors. A complete waste of time and an example of the living dead among the literary community.