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Here is my Variety review of Frankensteins Bloody Nightmare, which I describe as a stunningly maladroit indie that "plumbs the lower depths of awfulness to a degree unmatched by pics merely inept and/or pretentious." Did that stop its maker from quoting the review in on-line advertising? Hell, no. I should be annoyed, I suppose, but it's hard not to admire (albeit grudgingly) such enterprise. Not since Ed Wood...