The Man Without a Body

It's been a little while now, maybe a few months, since I saw this obscure title thanks to Netflix. I've been searching out goofball old movies like this for some years, and even I had not heard of this one, that's how obscure it is.

I had seen a few films previously by the director, W. Lee Wilder, the much less talented brother of Billy Wilder. These included Phantom From Space and The Snow Creature, both of which I thought had a lovable, shaggy-mutt quality of boisterous genre thrills on a rock bottom budget. But still, those films, as ridiculous and low-rent as they were, made some kind of sense.

This film makes hardly any sense AT ALL.

Too many weirdnesses in the story and strange plot holes to even begin listing them. But the overall effect is like Ed Wood at his most hallucinatory.

The movie feels like a sweat-drenched fever dream glimpsed obliquely through an oppressive cloak of madness draped over and blocking out the everyday world you and I inhabit.

When a filmmaker, or any kind of artist, can achieve an effect like that on his audience, well, this is an artist that one cannot just dismiss wholesale. As ludicrous as this film is, it will make you sit up and take notice, even if it is only to groan "What am I LOOKING AT????"

If you are an Ed Wood fan, and you appreciate his type of skewed reverie, this is a must-view. Even for those casually interested based on this review and the others listed here, I would encourage you to check it out. May not be a life-changing experience, but it is a loopy, way-out way to spend 80 minutes of your life.

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!...

This is an American/British co-production that sees US business magnate George Coulouris learning that he has an inoperable brain tumor. He travels to the UK to see scientist Robert Hutton, who keeps a small monkey's head alive on a table. You know, for science and stuff. This gives Coulouris the brilliant idea to travel to France, dig up the body of Nostradamus, steal his head, and then bring it back to Hutton so he can revive it. Which he does (for science), after which Nostradamus moans a bit and blathers on about being "against nature" and giving out stock tips.

Meanwhile, Coulouris' much younger girlfriend Nadja Regin has been having an affair with Hutton's assistant (Sheldon Lawrence), which makes the increasingly unstable Coulouris act out. Also featuring Julia Arnall as a woman who inexplicably has romantic feelings for Robert Hutton, perhaps the film's most horrifying idea. This is a lot duller than it sounds, but the ending gets more and more ridiculous, almost making it worth it to see Robert Hutton.

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.

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.