Rock 'n' Roll Frankenstein

"Rock 'n' Roll Frankenstein" is a bizarre and stimulating mix between "Rocky Horror" and "Young Frankenstein". Taking camp and political incorrectness to the next level it is a very entertaining tale. It takes the Frankenstein mythos, modernizes it, and brings life to a once-tired franchise. It incorporates comedy, gory body parts and a far-out premise to spectacular effect. Writer/director Brian O'Hara has put together a classic piece of B-movie entertainment. Set in present day New York, an unscrupulous music producer puts together the ultimate rock superstar, King, a combination of the best body parts taken from deceased rock n' roll's legends. Despite the whacked out nature of the film's plot, it is very well done. Jay Hillman's camera work is above par and the acting is always entertaining. Particular nods go to Barry Feterman as the raunchy, shark like Bernie. As the King, Guggenheim offers a sympathetic and troubled superstar--albeit his troubles are far different than most can relate to. As played by Graig Guggenheim, King is a lot of things but NEVER a jumbled, obvious or senseless parody. Graig created a real, sometimes touching character; a man with the Christian mentality of Elvis conflicted with the "unnatural urges" fueled by Liberace's genitalia.

With stabs at the music industry & homosexuality, this movie may be offensive to some, but it's important to note that these elements are never construed as mean or cruel intentioned. Well executed, with excellent performances and adept film-making, Rock N' Roll Frankenstein delivers an entertaining guilty pleasure worth a viewing or two.

This is quite possibly the worst movie I've ever seen. Shoddy production values could be forgiven, even poor editing and lousy pacing could be excused by the occasional good scene or a belly laugh, but these are nowhere to be found. The lone standout scene is the musical number, which manages to be vaguely acceptable, and the most amusing thing in the entire duration of the movie is a constantly stoned hippie character.

Let me repeat that.

The funniest thing in the film is a stoned hippie character who ends every line with "dude" or "man". He doesn't do or say anything particularly funny, either, but just by being a stoned hippie and saying "dude" and "man" he still manages to be funnier than everything else.

I'd try to summarize briefly just how dire this failed horror spoof is, but words fail me. You'll just have to see it yourself - it's prime material for a Mystery Science Theater-style evening at home with friends and a drink or seven, and not just because you need alcohol to dull the pain of witnessing the black hole where comedy dies in terrible pain.

The first half of this film works pretty well for me, though I thought there was waaaay too much of Barry Feterman as the foul-mouthed Bernie Stein. Not that he didn't act the role capably, but there was so much more of him than the plot required that one started to wonder if he had been an investor in the film, and demanded extra screen time...

The musical numbers are fun, and Guggenheim tries hard as the "King". But once the monster's sexual confusion "comes up", the film devolves into an endless string of gerbil and "hershey highway" jokes. I'm not sure if these are intended as gay camp or gay bashing, but either way the film devotes far too much time to them, and not enough to the potential of an "assembled" rock star.

Many elements of this film work, and it looks pretty good for a low-budget production. But somewhere along the way the concept loses steam and chugs along slowly, relying on a very low grade of humor.

This has to be seen to be believed.

A nutbag mixture of all good things in exploitation films.

There's this guy named Frankie Stein who has made a perfect rockstar minus one part... his schlong belongs to liberace! (it was supposed to be Jim Morrison's love tool but junkie roadie made a mistake)

That makes the monster a DIFFERENT kind of monster!

There are really good songs (I'm a Monster, Electro-shock) and it's never boring (a rarity in this kind of movies i think)

And where else could you hear Elvis singing... i got a boner blues ?

Thank you and good night.. the King has left the building.

This is the coolest, nastiest movie I have seen in a long time. I saw it at the Millennium here in New York and it kicks butt. It is so disgusting, but well shot. This is definitely the greatest b-movie of the 90's. It is about a record producer who (with the help of his nephew) makes the greatest rock and roll star of all time, by using parts from dead legends: Elvis' head, Jimi's hands...and Liberace's penis. The last one is an accident, and that's where all the fun starts. the monster is very sexually confused. I was told at the screening that one of the ways the film is being advertised is that they paid homeless people to put the poster for the film on their shopping carts. If that's true, they've got one-up on the Blair Witch people for creative advertising. See this movie!