SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

I was totally surprised at how great this film.You could feel your paranoia rise as the film went on and as you gradually learned the details of the real situation.

The movie is made so realistic it has a lot of that WoW feeling at the right moments and never tooo over the top. the suspense is done so well and the emotion is felt. Very well put together with the music and all.

Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

Cult director Frank Henenlotter's particularly offensive sense of humour is given free reign in Frankenhooker, his extremely loose adaptation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein novel. Any hints of misogyny during the bulk of the film's build-up can be forgiven thanks to an enjoyably daft climax, during which a female creature made up of various prostitutes body parts and the head of its mad creators wife runs rampant around New York taking vengeance on the various scum- bags encountered earlier in the film and any sleazy perverts who fancy a bit of the stitched-together would-be centrefold model (she is played by Penthouse model Patty Mullen).Medical school drop-out and whiny-voiced genius Jeffrey (James Lorinz) is about to marry the woman he loves, Elizabeth, when she is accidentally killed by a lawnmower he built. The grisly incident leaves he scattered around the garden, but Jeffrey manages to steal a few body parts and preserve them in a solution of his own making before the authorities arrive to clean up the mess. Distraught at losing his fiancée, he plans to re-build her using the body of a beautiful prostitute, gifting the plump Elizabeth the body she always desired. However, executing his plan proves harder than he realised thanks to a psychopathic pimp named Zorro (Joseph Gonzalez), and so develops a dangerously potent form of crack to lure his potential victims.Despite being a loathsome and extremely disturbed central character, Jeffrey remains oddly likable thanks to a lively performance by Lorinz, who delivers monologues to himself in a thick New Jersey twang and maintains an infectiously high energy level throughout. Jeffrey's acts represent the darkest of male fantasies, and the film may have come off as repugnant had Henenlotter not soaked every scene with a knowing absurdity. The scene in which a group of prostitutes explode into pieces one-by-one after smoking Jeffrey's powerful crack particularly treads a fine line between offensive and hilarious. Despite the few laughs to be had, Frankenhooker is still poorly acted (Lorinz aside) and some special effects, which mainly consist of stiff mannequin limbs, leave a lot to be desired. Depending on your exploitation experience, it may go too far or not far enough, but there's plenty of giddy fun to be had along the way.

Just finished watching Frankenhooker. In short, this is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. If you really watch it, there are little "under the breath" comments that knocked my socks off. The little mutterings by our hero are just hilarious. I wonder how many of them were ad-libs? Some sounded like it because they were so very natural.SPOILER Alert (maybe) Then there are the exploding whores. They show them going off in various, interesting ways really well. Then the way Jeffrey's creation acts on the first attempt is just too much. It is so very funny. Then he magically fixes her and all hell breaks loose.And the stuff that crawls out of the freezer near the end is just too much. They set up the freezer reveal way back in act 1 (or 2, depending on how you count it) and then the payoff is long in coming but well worth the wait.I was NOT expecting such a movie. I have had it on the shelf for a while but was avoiding it until tonight. Sorry I waited. Think "ReAnimator" but with more humor. Not jokes but you will be laughing. Good job Henenlotter. On Brain Damage's commentary, they talk about this one so I had to see it.And, no, I am not related to anybody in the cast/crew or paid by anyone. This is just a fun romp. The horror is minimal and "cartoon horror" is WAY outrun by the humor. Physical and via dialog. Watch closely to get it all.Movie Mikey

At the home of Jeffrey Franken (James Lorinz) an accident with a lawnmower leaves his fiancé Elizabeth Shelley (Patty Mullen) in pieces all over the garden. Medical school dropout Jeffrey steals her head and decides to use his knowledge to bring Elizabeth back to life, by acquiring body parts from local prostitutes, killing them using exploding crack cocaine. However, the project backfires on Jeffrey when Elizabeth turns into Frankenhooker! Elizabeth then embarks on a killing spree in New York, uttering phrases such as 'Wanna date?'With a limited budget, most of the special effects are rubbish. It isn't very funny, not erotic, not horrific. Just weird, mainly. The directing isn't that special either. The acting is poor, dialogue lazy and no-one seems to be taking control over the whole thing. Ultimately it's Patty Mullen who gives the most watchable performance here. She's really very good. Just a shame she didn't do another film. And it's because of her I give it 5.

I use this deliciously grotesque film as a sort of Rorschach test on friends to gauge their level of worthiness. Only those who relish Frankenhooker's deeply depraved lunacy, its sublimely sociopathic silliness are permitted entry into my exclusive inner circle. It's a cold, scary world out there and you gotta know who your real friends are - who's got your back, who you can count on when the sh*t goes down, who is just as delightfully demented as you are - and this maniacally warped chuckle machine is a fine instrument by which to measure someone's capacity for enlightened idiocy. That's a quality that is sorely lacking today, the ability and willingness of people to find amusement and even joy in the incorrectness of our natural selves; people foolishly refrain from laughing at the seemingly darker, foreboding, threatening aspects of reality. But not me.Sure, horror films are embraced by society for their ability to shock us out of our routine emotions, to startle us momentarily into an alternate experience of our otherwise mundane lives. But horror films are rarely if ever appreciated for their unique power to reveal the utter absurdity of so many of our culturally propagated habits. We all caress and coddle and fetishize our own personal fears, guarding and nurturing them like tender, vulnerable infants, vigilant to keep them concealed, away from the critical and denigrating gaze of others. Most people do not like to belittle or mock or taunt their deepest fears, but this film so blithely, so candidly, so radiantly rejoices in burlesquing terrors that we ordinarily conceal, deny, and rebuke. It's a luxury and a privilege to be allowed to wallow in the sordid, sour swamp of Frankenhooker's campy indifference to our petty, tedious concerns. This magically mental movie is a festive rejection of all of our ancient, tired, worn out notions of civility and decency and normalcy. Only a stark raving bore could not madly love Frankenhooker.