Lady Frankenstein (1971)
Cast: James Cotten, Rosalba Neri (Sara Bay), Mickey Hergitay
Director: Mel Wells
Nutshell: The Baron’s busty daughter tries to build herself the perfect sex object!
The dastardly Baron (played this time by James Cotten) is busily scheming away in his delightful mad scientists’ lab full of multi-coloured bubbling substances and strange devices along with meek and servile assistant to help things along. Surely the Baron will finally succeed in his life creating endeavours this time.
Just when success appears to tantalizingly near, the Baron’s bombshell of a daughter Tanya arrives having completed medical school with a record her father ought to be proud of. Tanya’s aim in life is to aid her father in his work and if possible to emulate him one day by performing similar miracles. She has to prove to her doting father that she is after all worthy of the name of her for fathers: Frankenstein.
Dad discourages her from joining in the experiments despite her protestations but this only heightens her curiosity and she writhes in her bed fantasizing about creating her own creature and seduces the hunky if retarded handy man to satisfy her own burning lust. Meanwhile Papa’s experiments are almost seriously derailed when on the night of the final experiment some bloodthirsty bats appear rather lopsidedly and cause mayhem in the lab.
The Baron’s creature is somewhat worse for wear having been set alight by the rampant bats and it seems as though there could be further damage to an already rotten brain. The Baron is not to be deterred however continuing with experiments trying to infuse life into his monstrous creature with a severely damaged brain. Amidst much furious thunder and lightning with test tubes bubbling away like never before….and all sorts of levers being thrown into position, the rather chin heavy monster with a head shaped like the pope’s headgear begins to twitch to its hideous afterlife. Sadly, the Barons exaltation is short lived as the creature turns on him, savaging him to a pulp before dashing off clumsily into the open countryside.
Tanya is shattered at her father’s death but vows to go on with his work. She seduces her father’s accomplice Mr. Marshall into collaborating with her, a task that is made rather easy by the fact that she knows that he has a massive crush on her. While Tanya plans her next move the creature is out there causing havoc rampaging through the countryside snapping necks and attacking lovemaking teens along the way….and worse, pressing innocent people to death with his rubber glove.
Tanya insists on creating a second creature and needs another body to start work upon. The idea is that her knew creature will be able to hunt down the escaped monster and destroy it – typical Frankenstein logic! Tanya’s plan is to use her accomplice’s brain and transplant it into the hunky handyman’s head so that she can use the creature to satisfy her own insatiable desires and then be able to discuss philosophy after monstrous trysts between the sheets.
Unfortunately, a swank, hooded, American-accented sleuth is on to the dark deeds going on at the Frankenstein estate and is rapidly closing in on Lady Frankenstein. She manages to side-track the detective long enough to conduct her hideous experiment which works like a dream, at first. Marshall’s intelligent brain seems to work perfectly well inside the handyman’s body and Tanya is rejoicing in her luck when all of a sudden, the first monster arrives on the scene, and he is not a happy customer at all. In a rip-roaring climax both monsters have it out and just when Tanya feels as though it’s time for her to enjoy the fruits of her labour, things start veering horribly out of control.
James Cotten must have been really hard up for work in his final years if he had to resort to appearing in films as low brow as this monster-a-go-go epic. He camps it up sufficiently though even if he is done away with rather early on in proceedings by his sublimely ridiculous monster. Sarah Bay (Rosalba Neri) is smoulderingly voluptuous as the seductive Lady Frankenstein using her considerable talent to good effect. But the real masterstroke here is the monster itself who looks spectacularly stupid and completely un-menacing strutting around in his tight, ill-fitting pants with a chin to shame Jimmy Hill and a head the size of Old King Cole. Nonetheless, for aficionados of true cult and the wonders of “alternative” (read inept) cinema, the film will do quite nicely.