I cannot recall a movie I hated as much as this one. The sex is not sexy. The shocks are not shocking. He's trying to be disturbing for the sheer sake of being disturbing. And strangely enough, it's boring. Bored! Me! Out! Of! My! Mind! The characters lack depth. They're creepy for no reason. The image of the two little kids at the end about to torture, dissect, or whatever they're about to do to the good doctor was disturbing but for no good reason. Warhol was trying to be weird for the sake of being weird. Yes, he accomplished that, but no, he did not make a movie worth watching. I hated hated hated this movie. Two decades after I first saw, the only reason I would ever consider watching it would be to reconfirm that it is the worst piece of junk I ever saw!
Review of Flesh for Frankenstein
