The Man Without a Body

When ill-tempered zillionaire Karl Brussard (George Coulouris) discovers that he has terminal brain cancer, he enlists the help of his doctor who is experimenting with brain transplants. For reasons known only to the makers of this movie, Brussard decides to track down, dig up, and use the brain of Nostradamus in place of his own.

What could possibly go wrong?

THE MAN WITHOUT A BODY is a gleefully absurd sci-fi horror film that dares to revel in its own nonsense, making it all the more enjoyable. There's also a nice, vengeful twist at the end.

BEST BITS: #1- The doctor's lab, complete with a functioning, disembodied eyeball and a living monkey head! #2- The gloomy, chattering Nostradamus dome!

Waste no time in procuring this movie!...

Absolutely incredible! Not only are there head grafts, but they manage to graft Nostradamus' intact head onto a person's body! Imagine his confusion. Terrible movie, but mercifully short, and so unbelievable it's worth a stare.

Also known as "The Movie Without An Actor," "The Film Without a Plot," and "The Screenwriter Without a Clue."

Hilariously bad brain-transplant movie. George Coulouris plays a rich scumball who is dying of a brain tumor. He gets wind of some novel experiments being conducted by a brain surgeon, played in mind-numbingly dull fashion by Robert Hutton. After visiting Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum (where the rest of the cast apparently was found), Coulouris hits on the idea of digging up Nostradamus' head and making use of the prognosticator's brain.

Coulouris manages to get the head through customs. If it had been 12 ounces of toothpaste, he would have been wrestled to the ground. Hutton is curious about the head's identity. However, that doesn't seem to deter him, or his two assistants Jean and Lew (their real names are unimportant), from trying to restore the brain to life. This is one of the many flaws (I lost count) in this movie. These medical people are absolutely sane, calm, dedicated, and see nothing odd about what they are doing. They have a monkey's head and a floating eye in their lab. Meanwhile, the audience is screaming, "HEY, ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE NUTS?"

In a typical subplot, Lew takes up with Coulouris' French tart, Odette, who wants to see her sugar daddy offed so she can cash in. Will Lew cave? What do you think?

From here on, the film becomes a collection of badly edited scenes, where people just seem to appear out of nowhere and do crazy things. Meanwhile, Nostradamus' beard is growing, and his head introduces himself to Hutton in perfect English. I suppose if you can buy the idea that Nostradamus' head is alive, then you'll swallow anything that follows (I'd suggest cyanide).

In the finale, Nostradamus' head gets transplanted onto Lew's body and the creature wanders around the streets for a few minutes. The authorities see nothing unusual in this. Eventually, Coulouris catches up with "it." I won't give away the ending, but let's just say Coulouris takes the fall, while Nostradamus and Lew go their "separate" ways.

The only interesting part of this film, besides the French tart, is when Nostradamus' head gets onto Coulouris (figuratively) and decides to wreck his financial empire. Seeing Coulouris in an undershirt also provides some camp value. This could have been a decent piece of schlock, but no.

Why did this film need two directors? Because while one held the megaphone and yelled "Action!" the other held his barf bag.

Man Without a Body, The (1957)

* 1/2 (out of 4)

A wealthy businessman learns he has a brain tumor but thankfully he's met a doctor who's doing experiments on head transplants. The rich man decides to steal the head of Nostradamus and put on his body. There are a few interesting ideas scattered throughout the film but the poor direction and screenplay doesn't allow anything good to happen. I think a better screenplay could have made this one of the better horror films of its era but what we end up with is nothing more than a disappointment. The film is way too slow and overly long, which is never good for a horror film.

As preposterous sci-fi movies go, this one takes some beating. George Coulouris is the millionaire "Brussard" whose doctors tell him he has a tumour in his head and isn't long for the world. He refuses to admit defeat and concludes that some sort of transplant is probably his best plan. Allied with the inventive "Dr. Merritt" (Robert Hutton) who has been experimenting for ages on prolonging the life of a brain by sewing the head of one monkey onto the body of another, he procures that of Nostradamus (looks more like Rasputin to me, but anyway...) with a view to using his mathematical genius to capitalise on his already extensive fortune. Thing is, the headless body is a little narked at being decapitated and plumbed into some bubbling test tubes on a formica table, and so sets about wreaking a very static, but effective, revenge on his rapidly declining patron. What happens next? Well that doesn't really matter. By now the film has reached the depths of silly science backed up with some very dizzying visual effects and a few gadgets plundered from the school lab. The ending is fun, but in a ridi-colouloris sort of fashion. Not very good, sorry.