We watched this in the fabulous company of folks at RiffTrax, who quite honestly made this movie somewhat bearable.
The movie poster is 99% lies. Only the name of the movie earns it a single grudging 1% truth rating.
This publicity still?
Also lies. This isn’t Frankenstein’s Daughter. this is the “young”niece of a kindly old scientist, who is stalked, drugged, sexually harassed, groped and injected with sedative by the villain of the movie, Dr Frankenstein’s son (Mr Frankenstein, I presume). I’m not even going to discuss how casually all of this red flag behaviour was hand-waved aside after she said no.
This. This is Frankenstein’s Daughter.
See, what happened in plot terms is that all the sex offender scientist needed was a brain, and what he chose to put in his creation was a female brain. Because he couldn’t get another one, alright?
What really happened is a compound problem. A male actor was hired to play the female monster, and no one gave a copy of the script to the makeup artist. The director saw the ‘monster’ right before filming began and apparently left the set to have a good cry, while the makeup artist did the only thing he could: put lipstick on the ‘monster’. Nothing was helped by the absence of budget, or that the whole movie was shot in six days total in the houses and gardens of either acquaintances or in exchange for but parts in the movie. The whole 2 cheerful songs at a pool party interlude is exactly one such exchange, for use of the gardens.
You should totally watch this movie because it is horrific. Just maybe not in the way anyone intended!