In "Bride of the Monster", Bela Lugosi described Tor Johnson's Lobo as being as "gentle as a kitten", and here, with John Carradine as his "master", he's "Lobo II", and indeed, he does seem "as gentle as a kitten", but "with the brain of a chicken". The child-like Lobo II takes care of seemingly comatose patients, giving them sweet little sponge baths, but obviously underneath is a monster awaiting to explode, and for experimental psychiatrist Carradine, that's a dangerous fact which he has chosen to overlook. "I am a scientist! Thinking is my business!", Carradine bellows, telling convicted murderer Myron Healey on the run, "The 17th gland is the secret of youth and eternal life. With it the aging process can be arrested!" Now, Healey is one of his patients, hiding out from the law, but refuses to go as far as to be one of his guinea pigs. Fellow patient Allison Hayes (whose "50 Foot Woman" was a mental institution inmate as well) becomes Healey's confidante, certain that there's more going on than meets the brain.
Carradine spends his free time (when he's not inserting the 17th gland in patients) playing "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" by Bach on the organ, unaware that Johnson is mumbling "Pretty goil" as he strokes a female patient's blond hair. All sorts of other weird goings on and nefarious operations turn this into yet another bad mad scientist film where the ending is so predictable and the dialog so idiotic that it comes down to a bad acting contest between Carradine and fellow mad doctor Marilyn Buferd during a botched operation where Carradine all of a sudden starts counting down from ten like he works at NASA. Their overacting makes Johnson's light babbling seem all the more realistic. The only good thing about discovering these movies out there for free is it saves me the mistake of buying them.
Carradine spends his free time (when he's not inserting the 17th gland in patients) playing "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" by Bach on the organ, unaware that Johnson is mumbling "Pretty goil" as he strokes a female patient's blond hair. All sorts of other weird goings on and nefarious operations turn this into yet another bad mad scientist film where the ending is so predictable and the dialog so idiotic that it comes down to a bad acting contest between Carradine and fellow mad doctor Marilyn Buferd during a botched operation where Carradine all of a sudden starts counting down from ten like he works at NASA. Their overacting makes Johnson's light babbling seem all the more realistic. The only good thing about discovering these movies out there for free is it saves me the mistake of buying them.