Anyone led by Frankenstein 80's forward-looking title to expect any kind of quasi-futuristic element will be sorely disappointed with this bog-standard programme-filler, the one and only directorial effort from cinematographer Mario Mancini. As will anyone expecting a half-decent horror film.
For reasons that are never completely clear, peplum muscle-mary Gordon Mitchell creates an ugly but very horny composite creature, which he proceeds to aid and abet in the murder of a number of unfortunate local frauleins. With the police baffled, a reporter played by Black Sunday's John Richardson is the only person standing in their way.
It's a grotty little number alright, notable solely for being fairly brutal for the time, with the podgy, slap-headed monster pulling out the women's guts and giving their breasts a bit of a fondle afterwards for good measure, a pretty good indicator of the film's overall merit. An entry in the ill-advised and short-lived 'erotic Frankenstein' subgenre, it tries to be scary and sexy but ends up being a million miles from either.
Nominal female lead Dalia Di Lazzaro would appear as a female creature in the following year's Flesh for Frankenstein.