My first Morrissey outside his trash classics. I did not like it. The rough edges of his players really shows quite jarringly in this film, since it rely more so in dialogue and actual presentation. The very thing I really liked about Trash and Flesh is that they are emotive and almost lacking of subtlety and at importantly, it melds docufiction. Those biggest film's biggest strength is there an immediacy like when Joe ranting/teaching about his 'life', Superstars doing drugs and being messy, et al. Its a controlled messiness that makes those film doubly compelling and push the limit of filmmaking akin or even more so than its French counterparts.
For Flesh for Frankenstein, it lose those elements and what remains is a formal film lacking with actors that can handle simple dialogue and with the 'trash' element. Otherwise, the film is able but with all the Hammer films of the era, it hardly feels anything but old news.
Overall, Flesh for Frankenstein can be a good start point but it lacks the revelatory component that made Morrissey important.
For Flesh for Frankenstein, it lose those elements and what remains is a formal film lacking with actors that can handle simple dialogue and with the 'trash' element. Otherwise, the film is able but with all the Hammer films of the era, it hardly feels anything but old news.
Overall, Flesh for Frankenstein can be a good start point but it lacks the revelatory component that made Morrissey important.