During the scene when Sandra Knight as Trudy Morton opens the door and faints because she is frightened by the monster, she falls to the floor.
After she is supposedly unconscious she very obviously lifts her arm and places it on her hip.
Then once the camera moves off her and returns she is in a completely different position than she was previously (she was originally on her left side with her back to the camera, and she's now shown on her back)! The scene where the monster first "steps" out of the house, "she" rips the curtain rod down and breaks the window panes in the door before yanking it open to make "her" escape.
In the scene where Trudy opens the door, seeing the monster for the first time (as it was returning) the curtain rod, glass and door are undamaged.
ANOTHER Frankenstein descendant (Donald Murphy) is hiding under the name Dr. Frank (how clever).
Capitalizing on the 'teenage monster' craze of the late 1950's, this is one is weak even by the modest standards of the teenage schlock horror school of film. It's better than 'Teenages From Outer Space,' but that's not saying much.
If you watch this film in double bill with Carry on Screaming (1966) you will notice a LOT of similarities. From Nicholas Carras excellent score being reused by by Eric Rogers note for note and the make up for the first Miss Hyde "Monster" played by Sandra Knight, being copies for both Jim Dale and Harry H.
Throughout history woman have taken the initiative with out her male counterparts dominance. It started with Eve biting the for-bitten fruit.
Saw this film and it pretty much stuck to the basic Frankenstein formula with some deviations. I just found myself getting a bit restless as this one could have shaved fifteen minutes off its running time and still told the story it wanted to tell.
You can take a Frankenstein out of the Old Country, but you can't take the Old Country out of a Frankenstein.Yet another of Victor's descendants, Oliver, trucks his mad experiments all the way to the suburbs of L.
This is the movie that almost killed me. Watching it many years ago, at NYC's Thalia Theatre, as part of an amazing double feature with "The Monster From Green Hell," I laughed so uproariously that I really thought I was going to rupture my spleen.
Take a screenplay written with every monster movie cliché imaginable and from any other genre that came in handy, an unimaginative director, $60,000, and you'll get a movie like Frankenstein's Daughter. Really, the actors, several of which I recognize from TV shows of the time, gave performances as good as any others could have done with the material given them.
This is a lot scarier then people will give it credit for. It is one out very few movie scarier then The Exorcist.
