The story involves the requisite Faustian doctor (Jason Evers) whose tenuous attachment to sanity is finally broken when his fiancee (Virginia Leith) is beheaded in a hilarious car crash. His first instinct, of course, is to save her severed head and run through the countryside to his secret laboratory, where he hopes to re-animate it as a stand-alone head until he can find a stripper with a luscious enough body to attach it to. Now, most women would be flattered by this sort of attention, but Virginia comes to resent her uniquely hellish situation, which is complicated by a sudden telepathic ability which puts her in commiserating communication with the hideously deformed monster (result of a failed experiment) the Doc keeps locked away in the closet. While Doc, blinded by grief, trawls the local bars and flophouses for his target (eventually running into a former classmate whose career as a stripper is hobbled only by her terrible facial burn scars), the bodiless head conspires with the monster to kill the Doctor and end all of their various miseries. By the time the monster is unleashed (and it is amazingly disgusting-looking), the film is sheer madness, delightfully so. I never much understood the appeal of those MST3K guys taking easy potshots at low-budget films, but in any event, this one is much better seen without the running commentary, for it is spectacle enough on its own merits. It all goes to show you … don't fuck with Nature; don't make hideous monsters out of corpses, and don't try to save your wife's severed head to put it onto the body of the stripper you murdered. Hm, that would make an excellent concluding slide for a PowerPoint presentation.
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