BOO! Haha! Gotcha!When I agreed to come out of retirement to take part in the Secret Santa roundtable, little did I know I was giving Ken Begg a golden opportunity to continue his jihad against my sanity. The latest bunker buster to be employed against the bastions of my beleaguered brain: director Jerry Warren’s swan song, Frankenstein Island (1981). Bikini cavegirls, alien civilizations and ski cap-wearing zombies somehow figure into the master plan of Dr. Frankenstein (skillfully portrayed by the Disembodied Floating Head of John Carradine). Is it better than Teenage Zombies? Yes. Is it better than Wild World of Batwoman? Certainly. Is it better than oral surgery without anesthesia? Debatable. Extremely debatable.



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