As a little boy, Robert Morris saw his convicted criminal father executed on the gallows, and years later returns to the gallows as the associate of the resurrected Victor von Frankenstein (Peter Cushing), brought back to life himself before his soul left his body. In possession of Morris's head, Cushing uses it to resurrect the deceased Susan Denberg who, possessed by Morris's spirit, vows revenge and goes on a murdering spree. It's colorful and often slow-moving, moody and atmospheric, not overly gory but not overly memorable either.
The Hammer franchise of horror went on far too long, going a decade past this, and becoming far more sexual and bawdy than it perhaps needed to be. Cushing could play these types of roles in his sleep and instills sincerity in every character he plays. Morris is handsome and veril, Denborg sweet and alluring. The film finally takes off in the last 20 minutes and leaves the viewer on a roller coaster of horror that the previous 70 minutes seemed to lack. Compared to other Hammer movies that I've seen, this is sort of bland and I can't really rated higher than I did simply because of its gorgeous atmosphere.
The Hammer franchise of horror went on far too long, going a decade past this, and becoming far more sexual and bawdy than it perhaps needed to be. Cushing could play these types of roles in his sleep and instills sincerity in every character he plays. Morris is handsome and veril, Denborg sweet and alluring. The film finally takes off in the last 20 minutes and leaves the viewer on a roller coaster of horror that the previous 70 minutes seemed to lack. Compared to other Hammer movies that I've seen, this is sort of bland and I can't really rated higher than I did simply because of its gorgeous atmosphere.