Baron Frankenstein and his assistant Charles have assembled a creature from spare parts supplied by grave robbers. Once reanimated, the creature (who looks like Peter Dutton with a pizza pushed in his face) squeezes the Baron to death and stumbles off into the countryside to throw nude girls into rivers and instigate general mayhem. The Baron’s daughter, Tania (recently returned from university where she’s learned how to be “a licensed surgeon”), decides to continue her father’s work. Having fallen in love with Charles but finding him physically repellent, Tania transplants Charles’ brain into the body of the hot but retarded stable boy, Thomas. Everything climaxes during the predictable conflagration with Tania and Thomas having sex on the laboratory operating table. Like any good Frankenstein story (or bad one for that matter), this features banks of bubbling beakers, brains in jars, bats on strings and armies of villagers brandishing flaming torches; but also offers the added attraction of silly sex scenes and gory poster paint close-ups of heart transplants. The cast of luminaries includes Joseph Cotten during his Italian “I’ll-do-anything-for-lira” period and Euro-trash queen Rosalba Neri whose aptitude for intense stares and getting naked is admirable. Italian tomfoolery at its best.

Director: Mel Welles
Starring: Joseph Cotten, Sara Bay (a.k.a. Rosalba Neri), Paul Muller, Mickey Hargitay, Herbert Fux