Watching Hammer Film’s 1964 Evil of Frankenstein, several thoughts occurred to me:
You would think Baron von Frankenstein would be a little more circumspect about hiring a corpse-snatcher.
I wonder why Frankenstein needs two orange fountain drink machines in his lab.
“Hey, I’ll just go back to the castle they ran me out of ten years ago! I’m sure there’s no chance they will have looted all my expensive belongings!”
“Hey, my enemies are now the mayor and chief of police! I’m sure accusing them of theft couldn’t possibly backfire on me in any way.”
A mute, blind beggar women just happens to lead Frankenstein to his frozen monster. If she could speak, I’m sure she’d say her name was “Deus Ex Machine.”
Sure, a hypnotist is the obviously the first person you think of for reversing severe brain damage.
Somehow the mute, resurrected monster who’s never been spoken to understands every command given by the hypnotist. What a stroke of luck!
“There’s no way the monster could possibly misinterpret my vague command!”
“There’s no way they could possibly trace back the crime spree of a monster back to the castle he was created in!”
After the “incident,” I’m sure the Karlstaad police added “bottles of chloroform” to the list of things not to let people keep in jail.
Pretty much every major character in Evil of Frankenstein is an idiot. With the possible exception of the Burgermeister’s wife, who has a pretty sweet gig as bosomy eye-candy.
Important Safety Tip: Do not get Frankenstein’s monster drunk. Just not seeing a lot of upside to that brilliant decision.
Tags: Evil of Frankenstein, Frankenstein, Monster Movies, Movies, Peter Cushing
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I think you’ve missed the point of a Hammer film: Low cut dresses and eye blinding technicolor blood.
Less than usual on display this time out…