This film, the very name of which is a misnomer, opens with the revelation that Frankenstein's grandchildren are living in a small town in the wild West where they pick off the children of the local Mexican villagers in order to further their grandfather's experiments. Sort of. Actually, they're looking to replace a human's brain with an artificial brain that will allow them complete control over their subject, who will then do their bidding without question. Exactly what their bidding will ultimately be is never explained. But that doesn't matter, as so far their experiments fail because the children are too small and fragile and thus die during the surgery. If only they had someone bigger and stronger to experiment on....
Cut to Jesse James and his huge muscleman partner Hank Tracy. The two famed outlaws join up with the Wild Bunch in order to pull off a massive heist. Unfortuantely for the James boys, a double cross ensues, and James ends up on the lam with an injured Tracy in tow. They end up at the Frankenstein mansion, and guess what happens next.. Go on, I dare you. Guess goddamnit!
This is a rather bizarre genre mish-mash that never fully realizes it's potential. The Western scenes, which comprise a good half of the movie, are pretty entertaining. Cowboys quick-drawin' and stagecoach robbin', makes for good entertainment, even if leading man John Lupton is fairly wooden and his character lacks the edge that makes spaghetti westerns superior to the American counterparts. However, the horror scenes are not scary, and are destroyed by the filmmaker's choice to use rainbow striped batter's helmets with electrodes attached to them for the scientists to conduct their experiments. Tracy's hair is shaved off and he ends up looking like an early predecessor of WWE superstar Kane. The whole thing gets kind of hokey, which is sad, because the premise, a rough and tumble outlaw cowboy fighting off a Karloff-esque Frankenstein Monster in the rain soaked countryside, well damnit, that could have been awesome. While I enjoyed this one for what it is, I can't help but think that this flick could be remade as something more.
Cut to Jesse James and his huge muscleman partner Hank Tracy. The two famed outlaws join up with the Wild Bunch in order to pull off a massive heist. Unfortuantely for the James boys, a double cross ensues, and James ends up on the lam with an injured Tracy in tow. They end up at the Frankenstein mansion, and guess what happens next.. Go on, I dare you. Guess goddamnit!
This is a rather bizarre genre mish-mash that never fully realizes it's potential. The Western scenes, which comprise a good half of the movie, are pretty entertaining. Cowboys quick-drawin' and stagecoach robbin', makes for good entertainment, even if leading man John Lupton is fairly wooden and his character lacks the edge that makes spaghetti westerns superior to the American counterparts. However, the horror scenes are not scary, and are destroyed by the filmmaker's choice to use rainbow striped batter's helmets with electrodes attached to them for the scientists to conduct their experiments. Tracy's hair is shaved off and he ends up looking like an early predecessor of WWE superstar Kane. The whole thing gets kind of hokey, which is sad, because the premise, a rough and tumble outlaw cowboy fighting off a Karloff-esque Frankenstein Monster in the rain soaked countryside, well damnit, that could have been awesome. While I enjoyed this one for what it is, I can't help but think that this flick could be remade as something more.
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