It's alive! Not quite. Frankenstein is an often used tale. Sometimes it hit's the spot, other times it's a flat-line. "Frankenstein General Hospital" is more the latter with it taking the old age mad doctor story and setting it in modern times.
The great, great, great grandson of Baron Victor Frankenstein works under an assumed name in a general hospital. In a secret laboratory in the hospital basement he is recreating his famous ancestor's life- creating experiment.
It's goofy, low-brow and dumb comedy horror that's really on the cheap. A clever technique used is when the action is staged in the basement laboratory it's done in black-and-white. But what really kills it is its loathsome nature and mocking humour. It tries too hard for laughs that it becomes tired and unfunny with it using the same running gag over and over again. *Cue laughter*. Sure it did have its moments, just not enough with its witless script simply meandering. The farcical plot is episodic and self-knowing with it being strung along by clumsy and noisy slapstick set-pieces. The monster really doesn't come into play until the dying stages when it goes on the rampage in the hospital.
The dramatic comical performances fare up a little better with Mark Blankfield's dry, straight-up turn as Bob Frankenstein and Leslie Jordan's twitchy Igor-like character ("Who's that tiny man"?!). The combination between the two works. Jonathan Farwell is amusing, so are Kathy Shower's dominatrix doctor and Irwin Keyes in the monster role. Also showing up in minor support is Hamilton Mitchell, Lou Catell and Katie Caple in few memorable encounters with doctors.
"Everyone spoils their first monster".
