While there's little better
in life than movies from the past that take a shot of what life will be like in
the future, there's really nothing better than when they get brazen enough to
tack the futuristic year at the end of their title. This traps the movie or TV
show into a path where it can't escape feeling dated, and, quite often, this
leads future viewers to see the work as nothing more than a campy projection,
like how incredibly behind the times Disney's "Futureworld" looks
next to the ’80s era exhibits at Epcot center. Today's film definitely falls
into that trap, unless there's been a catalog with home nuclear reactors
available for purchase in the past forty three years. However, it does hit on
some things that were surely 70s, interest in the occult, rampant narcissism,
the dominance of TV, and the fact that no matter what era it is Boris Karloff
is the man. Some twenty seven years after Karloff portrayed the monster in
James Whale's 1931 Frankenstein, he returned to the laboratory, but not with a bolted
neck. Instead, he portrayed a descendant of the creature's creator in the 1958
film that imagines mad science at work twenty two years into the future. This is
Frankenstein 1970.
Baron
Victor Von Frankenstein (Boris Karloff), the unimaginatively named descendant of the more famous Baron Richard Von Frankenstein (For real? Richard? Not even
Henry?), is strapped for cash to continue a series of experiments. In order to
finance his work, and purchase the aforementioned home nuclear reactor, the Baron
invites a television crew into his house to film a special celebrating the
230th anniversary of the original Frankenstein's monster. Naturally, the
Baron's work involves creating a new life, a service the Nazis tried to obtain
by performing disfiguring torture on Victor, however he resisted. Now, using
parts from his butler, and eventually the film crew, he attempts to bring to
life a man in his own image, at least his image before all the torture. It
stands to reason that when people start disappearing in the Baron's castle that
suspicious eyes turn to the man who is descended from the man who used dead
bodies to make a monster.
The
original title of Frankenstein 1970 was Frankenstein 1960, but that was deemed
too soon for the feasibility of an at home nuclear reactor. Strangely, by 1970,
that didn't come to pass. So if there were to be an accurate title for the film
as to when the technology would be viable, it would be called Frankenstein Oh
My a God, Hopefully Never, That Sounds Like An Incredibly Terrible Idea. Yet,
as I mentioned earlier, there were quite a few things that the film did get
right. Sadly, there was no flower power, but Victor's desire to make the
monster look like he did thirty years ago smacks of the 'ME' decade egoism for
sure. It also made television look like it was loosely and easily made for the
mass consumption of millions of people, a staggering figure considering by the
mid-1950s televisions were still moderately rare in homes. It also was
interesting to me that the show the plot revolved around seemed very akin to
many specials and series that aired in the 70s. I couldn't ever shake the idea
of "In Search of" out of my brain and longed for a young Leonard
Nimoy to show up on the scene.
The
main attraction here, beyond the ludicrous look at available power sources, is
Boris Karloff. Having played the monster on four separate occasions, Frankenstein 1970 was
the first, and only, time he played a certifiable Frankenstein. (Any horror
nerd will tell you that Frankenstein is the Doctor, not the monster, despite
the colloquial connotations. If disagreed with, the horror nerd will palpitate
with nerd rage like any solid fanboy should.) Huddled under makeup, padding,
and a severe crew cut, Karloff nearly disappears into the role. It's an interesting
part as well. Sure, he suffers from Godlike delusions, but he also has a
forlorn side. Having been tortured during the war, he never found a wife and
has no one to carry on the Frankenstein legacy. Through the production of a man
with his own unblemished visage, he intended to give himself an avatar for a
second chance. If it wasn't for all the murdering people to make the creature,
his Victor Frankenstein could be seen as a sympathetic character, although he
does lament before killing his butler, "if only it hadn't been you, anyone
but you." In the history of crazed Victor Frankenstiens, Karloff portrayed
one whole flaws seemed human and relatable despite the fact he is obviously a
madman. This is part of Boris' charm. From the monster to the creator, he knew
how to play the most villainous in a way that makes the viewer wonder if he's
really all that bad. Nine times out of ten, his characters positively are, but
the seed of doubt that Karloff managed to sow so often in his roles is always
compelling.
I
really haven't talked at all about the rest of the cast, but there's not really
anything to say. The screwball, horn dog director, his spurned wife, the
pretty, young ingénue, and the rest are all stock characters with a few funny
lines sprinkled throughout Frankenstein 1970. While Karloff brings pathos to his role, the others bring out
patience in the viewers who make it through the. Boris-less seems. Shot in 8
days, the entire production is pretty slipshod, but there's something almost
quaint about it. My only other complaint is the "monster" is only
shown as a gauze wrapped giant until the final frames when, spoiler alert, the
face is torn open and it looks like Baron Victor Von Frankenstein which is not
really a shocking twist considering he's been saying it would be. "In his
own image" over and over and admiring a bust of his younger self. Cheap,
raw, and campy, Frankenstein 1970 would have had a hard time garnering a
terrifying response in 1870, and those people thought that the train was coming
out of the screen. (Ok, that was 1896, but you know what I mean.). Yet it is
charming in a Saturday matinee sort of way. For fans of Karloff, I'd say Frankenstein 1970 is a must, and because of the combination classic horror tropes and atomic age science,
it stands as a bridge between the supernatural films of the 30s and 40s and the
science fiction of the 50s.
Bugg Rating
Merry Christmas Zachary, have a great time geezer.
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