Flesh for Frankenstein
August 7th 2007 00:23
“To know death Otto, you have to fuck life in the gall bladder!” spurts Baron Frankenstein nonchalantly to his assistant Otto. And in a single line writer/director Paul Morrissey encapsulated the perverse and grotesque comedy of manners that is Flesh for Frankenstein (1973).
Co-produced and presented by Andy Warhol, Flesh for Frankenstein – and its depraved sibling Blood for Dracula (1974) – was ostensibly a vehicle for the director and Factory warm prop Joe Dallesandro who plays stables boy Nicholas. The real star of the movie was Udo Kier as Baron Frankenstein, who hams it to the hilt and then some.
Baron Frankenstein is attempting to create a new race of humans out of body parts. He has a female zombie ready to go, but he needs the perfect male head with the perfect Serbian nose to attach to his headless male zombie body. But it must have the brain of a virile ladies man! So the mad scientist and his maniacal-looking assistant Otto (Arno Juerging) set off to the village to find such a man.
Nicholas (Joe Dallesandro) and his buddy Sacha (Srdjan Zelenovic) are at the local brothel where Nicholas is trying to get Sacha laid, but Sacha has resigned himself to becoming a monk with a life of abstinence. Frankenstein sees two prostitutes trying to flee the brothel with Sacha in tow (a wee lizard had frightened them!) and mistakes Sacha for that of a powerful lover. Frankenstein admires Sacha’s prominent profile. He has found his man!
The Baron’s sex-starved sister, Baroness Katrin (Monique van Vooren) - who also happens to be his wife - is fed-up, and after discovering Nicholas making out with a farm girl she wrangles him into serving his ladyship exclusively within the castle, specifically duties of the flesh.
The Frankenstein’s have two children, Monica (Nicoletti Elmi) and Erik (Marco Liofredi), whom wander freely throughout the castle, and frequently spy on their father’s nefarious laboratory experiments, which Katrin knows nothing of.
Flesh for Frankenstein is unashamedly deep trash. So ripe for the plucking its squishy fruitiness is already starting to ferment as the movie begins. And the sickly sweet smell of gamey flesh grows ever more pungent. It’s camp, but with a strong lean toward the vulgar and gross. Obviously designed for the drive-in exploitation market, the movie was originally released in the 3-D format, a theatrical print of which I was lucky to see many, many years ago when I was still an impressionable teen.
It was an Italian/French co-production, shot on location in Serbia. The art direction, especially the castle interiors are magnificent, with some wide shots reminding me of the studied opulence of a Peter Greenaway film. The acting, however, is atrocious. Dallesandro couldn’t act his way out of a jock-strap if he tried, but then he was never hired for his thespian skills, more for his physique, his girth and that chiselled face with the one locked expression of concern.
Much more striking, and ironically a better performance, is Zelenovic as Sacha. Dalila Di Lazzaro is the female zombie, another stunner, but unfortunately she never got to utter a word, only an agonizing groan. But all the cast are interesting to look at though, in their own way; all high brows, huge eyes and "Euro" hair. I wonder if the actors' appearances was on Warhol’s insistence?
The movie languishes in its sordidness and attempts to be as gory as possible with several disembowelments and eviscerations; however the special effects make-up (despite being by a young Carlo Rambaldi) hasn't dated very well, so the impact doesn’t pack nearly as much punch (one of the zombie bodies looks exactly like a mannequin!) Still it’s the thought that counts, and Flesh for Frankenstein has moist, lurid thoughts indeed. And one of the more complete body counts too. The movie’s final frame is a rather novel tableau of strewn death and impending ghoulishness on behalf of the two children …
Flesh for Frankenstein is an acquired taste; a congealing comedy that sticks in the back of the throat, sliding down in lumps, leaving a strange taste, or to be more precise, a carnal horror curiosity that dreamed of playing hard and wicked, but lost its footing along the way. Oh, and by the way, it has virtually nothing to do with Mary Shelley’s novel apart from character’s names and the re-animation process, but hey, who cares?!
Here is a brief VHS teaser trailer:
Co-produced and presented by Andy Warhol, Flesh for Frankenstein – and its depraved sibling Blood for Dracula (1974) – was ostensibly a vehicle for the director and Factory warm prop Joe Dallesandro who plays stables boy Nicholas. The real star of the movie was Udo Kier as Baron Frankenstein, who hams it to the hilt and then some.
Baron Frankenstein is attempting to create a new race of humans out of body parts. He has a female zombie ready to go, but he needs the perfect male head with the perfect Serbian nose to attach to his headless male zombie body. But it must have the brain of a virile ladies man! So the mad scientist and his maniacal-looking assistant Otto (Arno Juerging) set off to the village to find such a man.
Nicholas (Joe Dallesandro) and his buddy Sacha (Srdjan Zelenovic) are at the local brothel where Nicholas is trying to get Sacha laid, but Sacha has resigned himself to becoming a monk with a life of abstinence. Frankenstein sees two prostitutes trying to flee the brothel with Sacha in tow (a wee lizard had frightened them!) and mistakes Sacha for that of a powerful lover. Frankenstein admires Sacha’s prominent profile. He has found his man!
The Baron’s sex-starved sister, Baroness Katrin (Monique van Vooren) - who also happens to be his wife - is fed-up, and after discovering Nicholas making out with a farm girl she wrangles him into serving his ladyship exclusively within the castle, specifically duties of the flesh.
The Frankenstein’s have two children, Monica (Nicoletti Elmi) and Erik (Marco Liofredi), whom wander freely throughout the castle, and frequently spy on their father’s nefarious laboratory experiments, which Katrin knows nothing of.
Flesh for Frankenstein is unashamedly deep trash. So ripe for the plucking its squishy fruitiness is already starting to ferment as the movie begins. And the sickly sweet smell of gamey flesh grows ever more pungent. It’s camp, but with a strong lean toward the vulgar and gross. Obviously designed for the drive-in exploitation market, the movie was originally released in the 3-D format, a theatrical print of which I was lucky to see many, many years ago when I was still an impressionable teen.
It was an Italian/French co-production, shot on location in Serbia. The art direction, especially the castle interiors are magnificent, with some wide shots reminding me of the studied opulence of a Peter Greenaway film. The acting, however, is atrocious. Dallesandro couldn’t act his way out of a jock-strap if he tried, but then he was never hired for his thespian skills, more for his physique, his girth and that chiselled face with the one locked expression of concern.
Much more striking, and ironically a better performance, is Zelenovic as Sacha. Dalila Di Lazzaro is the female zombie, another stunner, but unfortunately she never got to utter a word, only an agonizing groan. But all the cast are interesting to look at though, in their own way; all high brows, huge eyes and "Euro" hair. I wonder if the actors' appearances was on Warhol’s insistence?
The movie languishes in its sordidness and attempts to be as gory as possible with several disembowelments and eviscerations; however the special effects make-up (despite being by a young Carlo Rambaldi) hasn't dated very well, so the impact doesn’t pack nearly as much punch (one of the zombie bodies looks exactly like a mannequin!) Still it’s the thought that counts, and Flesh for Frankenstein has moist, lurid thoughts indeed. And one of the more complete body counts too. The movie’s final frame is a rather novel tableau of strewn death and impending ghoulishness on behalf of the two children …
Flesh for Frankenstein is an acquired taste; a congealing comedy that sticks in the back of the throat, sliding down in lumps, leaving a strange taste, or to be more precise, a carnal horror curiosity that dreamed of playing hard and wicked, but lost its footing along the way. Oh, and by the way, it has virtually nothing to do with Mary Shelley’s novel apart from character’s names and the re-animation process, but hey, who cares?!
Here is a brief VHS teaser trailer:
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Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
hehehe, that sounds like a fun flick!
I was watching SBS last night and noticed that they have zombie night on Thursday night, with a bunch of zombie flicks. I don't know if it's a regular thing or not, but a couple of the movies they were promoting looked good. If you're not already aware of it, could be worth checking out
Kylie
Comment by Damo
I think that Andy wasn't involved it may never have made it to cinema.
Certainly the most famous of the 70's shlock.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Damo, remake? Hmmm, but there are soooo many takes on the Frankenstein story already ... I always wanted Cronenberg to do one (apparently he expressed interest at some point during the 90s) ... Somehow I doubt the schlock allure of this film would be as alluring if remade now ... ? It works because of when it was originally made .... Stay tuned for Blood for Dracula ...
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