From the sublime to the ridiculous, inevitable the best of the Hammer Frankensteins was followed by the worst. This is partly because Hammer got the rights to elements from the old Universal Frankensteins–this is their riff on the Jack Pierce make-up, but it looks like something Don Glut might have made as an eight year-old using bandages and Plaster of Paris.
Cushing’s Frankenstein is allowed moments of roguish charm in this one, but otherwise it’s pretty awful.
I’ve long said that the reason Universal wins the “who is better” award is that Universal’s lesser films are fun, whereas Hammer’s are, well, like this.