Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter: Terrible Movies #182

Somewhere in the old west, you know, that mythical place in North America somewhere near Missouri or California or Austria where a rustic frontier town straight out of Blazing Saddles rests beneath a matte painting mountaintop castle, an old man sits at a table in an abobe house and drinks a beverage looking suspiciously like orange juice from a liquor bottle. Then two Austrian mad scientists (you can tell by the Sound Of Music hairdo and the bow-tie) experiment of some dude strapped to a gurney wearing a neon rasta helmet in a torch-lit laboratory filled with test-tubes and jacob's ladders. Then a muscle guy punches a scrawny guy under a horse outside a saloon because it's in the script. That's just in the first ten minutes of Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter, and some of the other confusing things you'll see in this film are stock thunder and lightning (often when there isn't a cloud in the sky), unconvincing day for night shots (often around an unconvincing campfire), an outrageously appointed adobe castle furnished in 19th century Transylvanian furniture you know darn well would've taken a century to lug across America by wagon-train, some suspect medical procedures that consist largely of dabbing sucking chest wounds with a cotton ball, beakers labeled "poison", unconvincing romantic entanglements where everyone suddenly loves everyone else very deeply, unconvincing and transient accents of all varieties, and a throbbing brain. This film has a terrible script, terrible dialogue, terrible special effects, terrible acting, and a one take feel. Highly recommended if you like stuff that sucks. Here's a trailer:

I watched it on Youtube, and you can watch it below.