Amateurish. Confused. Clownish. Exploitative. These are the most accurate adjectives for Dracula Vs. Frankenstein (1971), an appalling mess set on the beaches of California. There’s the vengeful descendant of Dr. Frankenstein. There’s his Monster, who we called ‘Oatmeal Face’ and, in his demise, appears to have been assembled Lego-style. There’s Dracula, who seemed to be suffering from mercury poisoning, but was too ashamed to admit to it. There’s this pair of breasts, forever searching for their sister and for some guy to, well, I’m not sure what. And that guy? Fried to a crisp by Dracula’s ring.
So many died through …. sigh … clumsiness, not malice.
And those drawn out irrelevant sequences, replete with bad 1970-era music.
Don’t >choke< watch this one. Your soul might flee you all on its own if you do.