Bad to the 7th power.

Dr. Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks starts with the single funiest opening credit in history, where BORIS LAGOSI (hmm) is billed "as Ook The Neanderthal Man". Then comes the actual movie. Ugggh. Enter Count Frankenstein..."that's Count Frankensteen"...okay, okay, so that would be Young Frankenstein if his prefix was Count. Hell, why is the movie titled Dr. if he's a count? And who is he, Dracula? Anyway, the count rejuvinates dead folks for some reason or another. Did I mention he lives in a large castle?

Moving on. There's a few amusing bits - such as a midget accomplice and LOTS of nudity. However, the box at Hollywood Video states the movie is rated PG. Well, there's more naked hairy women in this Euro-trash flick than Congo (and the apes in the latter film were more attractive).

A Final Note: One of the male leads is so ridiculously tanned (and orange), we wondered if he'd been drinking the blood of virginal actresses on the set (kinda like Shadow of the Vampire). Just a thought.

The Bottom Line: Bad, bad, bad. Sure, there's some unintentional laughs and poor dubbing, but you're forced to sit through a lot of slow stuff in the middle.