Certainly the most colourfully gory of the Hammer "Frankenstein" films and I think therein lies the problem. This is simply a rehash of so many earlier iterations; but there is nothing at all left to your imagination. The ruthless Peter Cushing ("Baron Frankenstein") has some more scientifically accurate dialogue but Shane Brent as his able, deviously ambitious, assistant seems to offer little more than eye-candy, as does Madeleine Smith as "Sarah". Notable for me is that the anthropoid monster is played by David Prowse long before he found his fame in a black cape. Having been given the brain of a professor, the monster looks in the mirror and sees his reflection and not surprisingly, gets a tiny bit cross. It's well made, this - the last feature from Terence Fisher - but offers little more than a rainy day time-killer nowadays.