Continuing our lycan trail... Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man, from 1943. Perhaps more accurately: Larry Talbot Meets Frankstein's Daughter, although decisively not as catchy.
Bela Lugosi as a shambling stiff-jointed mess of a Frankenstein's creation. A tale of never being allowed to die, of monsters freeing their comrades from the embrace of ice, and the horrors of repetition. And the horrors of unnecessary musical numbers that, understandably, provoke wolfish rage.
Thursday, 8:30 PM, my house.
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