FLESH FOR FRANKENSTEIN (1973)
One line of dialogue says it all: “To know death, Otto, you have to fuck life… in the gall bladder!”. For once, a film that fully delivers on its promises, which will probably dictate whether or not it’s for you…
One line of dialogue says it all: “To know death, Otto, you have to fuck life… in the gall bladder!”. For once, a film that fully delivers on its promises, which will probably dictate whether or not it’s for you…
As if the lunatics of Bedlam have staged an amateur theatrical production of Mary Shelley’s masterpiece novel after seeing James Whale’s remarkable films… Hysterical, and not in a good way…