They've created a monster
Sometimes stupid is funny. Sometimes stupid is just stupid. "Rock 'N' Roll Frankenstein" is just stupid.
By JOSHUA TANZER
In the unfortunate Halloween-themed offering "Rock 'n' Roll Frankenstein,"
a mad scientist (Jason Spence),
who can't get a real job ever since he was caught using his rejuvenation
formula on the private parts of corpses in the coroner's office, is recruited by his slippery music-promoter uncle for a top-secret project:
create the ultimate rock star from parts of deceased musicians.
A long-haired, dope-addled, guitar-playing assistant (Hiram Jacob Segarra)
sets off with two identical cronies to plunder the graves of Jimi Hendrix,
Keith Moon and Elvis. Up to this point, "Rock 'n' Roll Frankenstein" is
shaping up to be the kind of over-the-top horror romp that can show on
late-night cable TV for decades to come.
|ROCK 'N' ROLL FRANKENSTEIN|
|Directed by: Brian O'Hara.|
Written by: Brian O'Hara and Vito Cannella.
Cast: Graig Guggenheim, Jayson Spence, Barry Feterman, Hiram Jacob Segarra.
Related links: Official site
But everything goes wrong not only for the musical monster but
for the movie itself when the grave robbers try to grab Jim Morrison's
sex organ but accidentally wind up with Liberace's instead. The monster
fulfills his destiny as a rock 'n' roll superstar but he's tormented by
violent, homosexual and bestial urges, setting up many not-hilarious violent outbursts.
The movie gradually turns into a
vehicle for hatred of gays and women, with a gratuitous attack on a priest to boot, and becomes as unpleasant as it is
unfunny. Don't expect to see it even on late-night cable anytime soon
though standards are slipping all the time, so you never know.
|OCTOBER 19, 1999|
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