I have seen the majority of Frankenstein movies and this is nothing like any of them. It's very similar to lots of other movies though. The end was ridiculous but it's still a decent Stein movie.

Frankenstein's evil and determined grandson Oliver Frank (a spirited and sinister performance by Donald Murphy) works with the kindly Prof. Carter Morton (a winningly sincere turn by Felix Locher) to develop a new drug. Frank uses Carter's niece Trudy (an appealing portrayal by the fetching Sandra Knight) as a guinea pig to test the drug and transforms Trudy's spunky best gal pal Suzie Lawler (a delightfully sassy Sally Todd) into a hideously disfigured monster. This movie gains considerable goofy charm from the fact that both director Richard E. Cunha and screenwriter H.E. Barrie treat the dippy premise with utmost seriousness, thereby ensuring that there's a wealth of unintentional belly laughs to be savored herein. Better yet, the monster that's supposed to be female is obviously played by a bulky guy, which makes the unsightly beast that much more grotesque. The cast have a ball with their colorful roles: John Ashley as smooth dude Johnny Bruder, Harold Lloyd Jr. as amiable hepcat Don, Wolfe Barzell as Frank's flaky assistant Elsu, and Robert Dix as the skeptical Detective Bill Dillon. As a neat-o extra plus, the Page Cavanaugh perform a couple of swingin' songs at a groovy backyard shindig. In addition, this movie warrants extra praise for delivering a few surprisingly rough moments of violence that are fairly bloody and brutal for a 50's fright feature. Both the robust over-dramatic score by Nicholas Carras and Meredith M. Nicholson's crisp black and white cinematography are up to par. A campy hoot.

ANOTHER Frankenstein descendant (Donald Murphy) is hiding under the name Dr. Frank (how clever). He's trying to make yet another human like dear old dad. He's hiding out at the home of kindly Dr. Morton (Felix Locher) and his beautiful niece Trudy (Sandra Knight). Naturally things all go from bad to worse in a boring and absolutely stupid manner. Bad movie veteran John Ashley has the thankless role of Trudy's boyfriend.Pretty horrible. It's never a good sign when a horror movie shows a monster right off within the first MINUTE! Unfortunately it's one of the dumbest looking monsters you'll ever see! It was Knight under all that makeup and you have to give her credit for going along with it. Later on Frank DOES make a full grown monster which is nothing more than a man (even though everybody calls it a woman) in a silly dime store mask with lipstick applied! This is one of those movies where victims of the "monster" just stand there politely so the slow-moving monster can kill them. Even more hilarious is when the monster politely knocks on a door to enter a house...even though "she" had broken through it the day before! To make this truly unbearable there are two or three terrible music numbers added--no doubt to pad out the running time. To its credit some of the acting isn't bad. Locher, Knight and Murphy are actually pretty good. Ashley is terrible but he's given nothing to do. Also Harold Lloyd Junior (who gets a "and introducing" in the opening credits) has a few funny moments. But, all in all, pretty dismal. A 1 all the way.

Ever since Universal's classic in 1931, starring Boris Karloff, "Frankenstein" has continuously been one of the most filmed stories ever. There literally exist hundreds of versions, remakes, re- imaginings, parodies, spin-offs, sequels and variants on Mary Shelley's legendary tale and there probably will follow hundreds more. Only a small portion of these films can be considered as classic, whereas the vast majority can be considered as inferior. "Frankenstein's Daughter" is something entirely different and quite unique. This is epic trash! Up until now, I thought only Andy Warhol's "Flesh For Frankenstein" fell into this category, but now there's two. Hooray, because there can never be enough trashy/campy horror in this world. "Frankenstein's Daughter" is absurd but massively amusing rubbish from start to finish, with awkward plot twists, demented characters, gruesome (for 50's standards) make-up effects, inane dialogs and completely irrelevant but swinging poolside dance sequences. The brilliant but naive and elderly professor Morton is working on a breakthrough medicine that will prevent the further ageing of human cells. His unbalanced assistant secretly serves this still malfunctioning potion to Morton's attractive young niece Trudy, which turns her into a horribly deformed monster that terrorizes the streets at night. Now, this given alone is quite awesome already, but it's only a small part of Oliver Frank's hidden agenda. For you see, he's actually the grandson of THE baron Frankenstein and determined to further optimize the mad science family business. Oliver has the luminous idea to plant a female set of brains into the body of the creature. Why? Well, because females obey orders much better. These aren't my words, naturally, but just one of the many bonkers and politically incorrect quotes from the movie. "Frankenstein's Daughter" is quite heavy for a 1958 flick. The monstrous make-up effects are hideous but nasty and there are multiple sadistic implications, like an aggressive hit-and-run scene and various dismemberment. Donald Murphy's psychotic and mad-raving character Oliver Frank(enstein) is sheer opposite to the bone-headed and typically 50's teenagers, who like to play tennis and dance to atrocious song. Truly one of the most epic trash/camp movies ever made. Recommended to the right audiences.