Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed (1969)

The resilient Frankenstein desires to cure a man he sees as a kindred spirit, both of them having worked on similar advanced medical theories, so he uses his wiles and his classy arrogance to turn a less than perfect situation into a morally dark but advantageous one.
Cushing as the Baron is amazing, and he’s finally learned to use a proper pseudonym, but there’s one thing about the story that bothered me. It turns out it was a last minute addition by a studio head, someone who seemed to have no understanding that in film when such actions are shown they require repercussions, or at the very least acknowledgement in subsequent scenes. Ignoring it completely attests to the pointless nature of it.
Despite that, the film is really good.  Unusually, there’s no creature, but there’s plenty of victims in more than one sense of the word.

3½ matters taken out of 5