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The film shatters, with awkward horror pitted against rather bland sheepishness. But it was good fun while it lasted. Hammer almost had something special.
If this is what Hammer thought the kids in 1970 wanted, it's little wonder that kids stayed far away.
It's a faithful tribute to the Shelley characters and legacy and follows the plot line of other adaptations of the novel.
A feeble attempt by Hammer to bring some freshness to its series of Frankenstein films by introducing black humor.
Poor attempt by Hammer to create their version of Frankenstein, featuring the usually reliable Bates offering a rather irritating performance as the scientist who goes beyond the call of science.
Sangster's excursion into irony and black comedy under the guise of Gothic horror was a daring step in the right direction, even if that step was somewhat awkward and unsure
One of eight Frankenstein films produced by Hammer Films, The Horror of Frankenstein may not prove to be the worst of the lot, but it sure is one of the wackiest.
More or less a remake of The Curse of Frankenstein, I did enjoy this much more than I thought I would. Mainly due to fact that it is so delightfully self-aware as a late entry in the Hammer Frankenstein Franchise it is almost a self-parody and borders on Carry-on-Style humourous undertone. The story is the same old Shelley fare with the typical Hammer boobs and lush sets thrown in for good measure. The film is not a little bit scary, because it just does not take itself serious at all. Ralph Bates is a flamboyant, albeit a tad wooden lead and the monster looks hilarious ( think 70s bodybuilder, no talent and a blind make-up artist). Do you remember the angel dude from Barbarella, yeah, the monster kinda looks like that. The ending is quite anti-climatic, but in its denial of your common redemption for the villian chlichee it is refreshingly different, but still not very good on its own. If you like Hammer Horror, you will like this one too, but be prepared, it feels like the weird uncle around the table of the Hammer family.
I finally took at look at this film after avoiding it for many years and it turned out to be the disappointment I thought it would be, anyway shorty after Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed. Hammer tried to recapture lightning in a bottle with an updated remake( or reboot as they call it now) of their big hit Curse Of Frankenstein. They did this with a younger Dr. Frankenstein, putting Peter Cushing out to pasture. Simultaneously, a greater emphasis was placed on black humor. Although the result is interesting, it's ultimately pretty disappointing.
Ralph Bates, whom Hammer valiantly tried to turn into the next Cushing or Christopher Lee, stars as Victor Frankenstein. As always, he is interested in the secrets of life and death, and collects body parts for his experiments through less than lawful means. The love interests are his housekeeper, Alys (Kate O'Mara), and the woman who loves him, Elizabeth (Veronica Carlson). Assisted by squeamish friend Wilhelm Kassner (Graham James), Victor crafts a living man, murdering Elizabeth's father to procure a healthy brain. The monster (David Prowse, best known as Darth Vader) has a foul temper, however, and a murderous streak. Frankenstein puts this to good use by having the monster eliminate his enemies one by one. Meanwhile, the death of Elizabeth's father has left her a pauper and she runs to the shelter of Victor, but she doesn't quite count on the reception that she receives.
A more vicious and sociopathic Frankenstein than one usually sees in these films, Ralph Bates portrays the title character as a completely unlikeable and vile creature. This no doubt helped contribute to the box office disappointment of this relaunch of the series. Whereas Cushing played Frankenstein as a single-mindedly determined man who doesn't let things like laws get in his way, Bates' version seems to almost revel in bloodshed and cruelty. This treatment makes audience identification nearly impossible.
The supporting cast is very good, other than Graham James, who is nondescript at best. O'Mara makes a good saucy wench, and Carlson is drop dead gorgeous and charming to boot. Especially outstanding are Dennis Price as a resurrection artist who supplies Frankenstein with his raw materials, and Joan Rice as his eagerly complicit wife. They are both funny and likeable, which is a rather odd turnaround for a pair of grave-robbers. Yet it works quite well in context.
This being a Hammer film, there's plenty of cleavage, not to mention improbable, gravity-defying bosoms. The gore is surprisingly limited; indeed, it's hardly as bloody as the 1957 version, making the R rating quite dubious indeed. As usual for Hammer productions, the set design is first-rate and the photography is attractive though not flashy. The comedy element is not outrageously funny, but it does have its moments. One of the most notable is the scene where Victor graciously introduces himself to his creation, only to be knocked silly by Prowse's sweeping backhand. The film has an oddly unsatisfying conclusion that seems to plainly leave the way open for a sequel that never came. After this film it was back to the Cushing/Frankenstein with the final film in the series " Frankenstein And The Monster From Hell"
An attempt to revitalise the 'Frankenstein' films via black comedy. It doesn't really come off as the plot loses its way once the monster is unleashed, becoming indistinguishable from any other Hammer 'Frankenstein' feature. The cast is fine - Dennis Price, very amusing as a grave-robber - though the monster and its make-up are lame. This was the one film in the series in which Cushing failed to appear. Though much maligned, I prefer this one to "The Evil of Frankenstein"
I frequently find some Hammer Horror films to be rather stagey and stuffy, usually their low budgets hampering the gothic overtones and intended atmosphere. Not so with 1970's Horror Of Frankenstein. On the contrary, Horror never really attempts gothicry, instead illustrating a story of a young idealistic man corrupted by his own interests in science.
Previously the creator role was rather asexual, and several productions overemphasised the madness of his dark desires. But Ralph Bates' performance here is something to be savoured, offering intelligence, wit, sexuality and an austere quality not often found in such a young actor. It is of such screen-capturing quality that the scenes of him conversing are far more interesting than the inevitable rise of the monster.
Where the film also shines is in the use of humour. Without ever going to far into spoofery, and with enough to keep the film from being dry and overly-serious, the picture uses comedy as an emotional crutch that works inside the otherwise dark material. Thus we see Victor's experiment on a tortoise, and the joke about Kate O'Mara's ample chest stays safely away from Carry On territory.
The only real complaint is the third act's seeming indifference, a winding down of an otherwise solid British production. Recommended.
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