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(1958)
This scientist hires a shady assistant who freaks out whenever the cops are mentioned, plus he lets their pervert gardener - who's always ogling his hot niece - live with them. How can someone with a master's degree in Science be such a fucking dumbass? It turns out that the shady assistant is really Dr. Frankenstein's grandson, and he's using this formula the scientist has been working on to turn the hot niece into an ugly chick who attacks people. Naturally there are limited practical applications for such a formula, so he's also working on a more standard Frankenstein monster. The niece starts to figure things out, but the only people she has to help her are her loser boyfriend ("I want to marry you just as soon as I get that promotion to Assistant Manager.") and her trampy friend who throws her pussy at everything in sight, so she's pretty much S.O.L. Later Frankenstein decides to takes the tramp for a ride to makeout point, but it turns out she's a fucking tease after all ("I oughta kill you!" he says), so he runs her over with his car and puts her brain in his monster. For those of you keeping track, this actually makes her Frankenstein's grandson's boss's niece's best friend, not his daughter. Irregardless, Frankenstein says she'll be better than all the previous Frankenstein monsters because a female brain will "take orders" better. Ha! That's right, feminism, you heard it here first. Everything about this flick is awesome and hilarious: the goofy creatures, Frankenstein's egotistical meltdowns, the constant bickering, the hot chicks, even the fact that Frankenstein and his monster both end up getting killed totally by accident. It's one of the best Frankenstein movies ever. |
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