Finding a girl when you're a nerdy science geek can be hard. But what happens if that special someone dies in a bizarre gardening accident and it's all your fault? Meet Jeffrey Franken. He's just killed the love of his life and now he's going to rebuild her... From the body parts of the dead streetwalkers who exploded when he introduced them to a lethal new drug - Supercrack! Little does he know that a good recipe requires the correct ingredients. Jeffrey isn 't putting his life back together; he's building... a Frankenhooker!
With 'Frankenhooker', chances are you get what you expect. ‘Trash’ and ‘screwball’ describe the knockabout humour on display here as Jeffrey (James Lorinz) brings back to life his decapitated fiancée by ‘building her a new body of Manhatten street prostitutes’.
A lot of the first part of the film relies on Lorinz, who is required to carry scenes by himself. He is somewhat expressionless but enters into the spirit of the proceedings with little inhibition. The second part is indebted to Patty Mullen as Elizabeth, parading under patchwork prosthetics, being seduced by a selection of horrendous macho 1990’s muscle men. Her jerky wide-eyed movements recall a certain sense of Elsa Lanchester from the original ‘Bride of Frankenstein (1935)’.
There’s plenty of flesh, lots of rubber limbs and some fairly graphic titillation on offer. Only when Elizabeth regains her memories does the grotesque humour make way for actual emotion, but that’s fine. “There wasn’t enough left of you to fry an egg with,” explains Jeffrey in one of his final pronouncements.
An acquired taste, especially now its garish, coarse visuals have a very dated quality, this is what it is. Deliberately goofy, wobbly, sleazy, popcorn nonsense worth a giggle.