And You Thought It Was Safe(?)

Frankenstein Conquers the World (1965)

In 1966 chaos and upheaval swept the world. A year after the Gulf of Tonkin “incident”, the United States of America was already well on its way to dropping its first million tons of bombs on Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, despite a recession at home. The Soviet Union found itself smack in the middle of what’s now called the Brezhnev Stagnation, with social and political reform firmly placed back on the shelf marked “Bourgeoisie Pipe Dreams.” Between the two powers, Japan soldier on, dreaming of its monsters.

In spite of the impression these movies give us here in the twenty-first century (more on this later) Japan’s scars were, at the time, still visible in hospitals across the country…nowhere more so than in the city of Hiroshima.

Before we go there, though, we have to jump back to 1945, “somewhere in Germany.” The Western and Eastern European Fronts have collapsed. German forces from all points of the compass are beginning their last, long retreat. Meanwhile, deep in the German frontier, a stereotypical Mad Scientist is packing his bags…or, rather, his trunks. One trunk, in particular, attracts the attentions of the Nazis, who spirit it away to the Mad Scientist’s obvious displeasure.

A U-boat carries the mysterious trunk (Indiana Jones style) around the Horn of Africa and into the waiting arms of the Japanese Imperial Army…who, thankfully, open the trunk for us, once they’ve got it stowed away at a proper research facility. Inside, we see a human heart suspended in a jar of blood and its (dramatic pause) still beating (dramatic music cue). Outside, we see this research facility has the singular misfortune of being located in (you guess it) Hiroshima. Its August 6th, 1945; do you know where your horrible, fiery death-from-above is?

“Fifteen years later” (that is, in 1960) we meet Our Hero, Dr. Bowen (Nick Adams), an Obvious American on staff at Hiroshima Hospital’s Cancer Ward, studying the long-term effects of radiation poisoning. Despite an evident comradeship with his colleagues, Drs.Yuzo Kawaji (Tadao Takashima) and Sueko Togami (Kumi Mizuno), Bowen begins the film contemplating a return to the States…and maybe even (gasp) a new direction in his life. It certainly beats pacing the halls in lab coat, watching your paitents drop. Will events conspire to keep our Dr. Nick in the slim, sheltering arms of Japanese hospitality? Only time and strange events will tell.

First, a taxi must interupt dinner when,in the street, it rolls right over a child, quickly speeding away. In true 50s fashion, our happy couple hides behind the drapes of their little balcony, not even bothering to rush down and examine the poor little bastard on the pavement. (What kind of doctors are you people? You get your degrees in the mail?) Luckily for them, the child picks himself up and scampers on, clutching the bag (of food?) Dr. Girlfriend unceremoniously flings down to street level.

This garish-seeming bit of social hostility marks my break with the film. From this point on, I began to feel a growing unease about Frankenstein Conquers the World. I feared (justifiably so) that I would never really come to love this movie’s human protagonists. Worse, their callous disregard for medical ethics made me wonder: could even like them as characters, let alone people? Because in a genre like this, that’s all there is. Characters, no matter how engaging, are just going to wind up standing on a hill watching the Climactic Fight scene anyway. They might as well be fun in the meantime.

There’s not much fun involved here (unless you count the Obligatory Dance Parties encountered later). A scene later, Our Happy Couple finds the child in a cave. Local peasants inform them that he hides there, living off whatever he can catch. Undeterred, Sueko lures the feral child back to the hospital with her powers of womanhood, temple priestess of Science that she is.

Back at the hospital, Dr. Bowen is intrigued. It seems the child has developed some natural immunity to radiation poisoning. If anything, he appears to soak up the stuff, like a sponge. And he keeps growing, a problem no one (least of all our heroes) puts any thought in until its far too late. And then they build the “child” a cage in what looks to be the hospital basement. Clues to his identity are scarce…though Kawaji does manage to unearth tales of a three year-old child running around the ruins of a military hospital, sometime in August, 1945, but how could a child so young survive in such a harsh environment?

Meanwhile, along the Inland Sea, a mysterious subterranean force destroys and oil rig. It seems like a mobile earthquake…until one of the suit-wearing bosses notices something moving inside the earth…he takes his story to Hiroshima, meeting our three doctors and leading them from A to B to C. Seems that, back during the war, our Oil Man [who’s name may or may not be Kawai (Yoshi Tsuchiya)] came across a disembodied, still-beating heart in a jar full of human blood. And he heard tell this heart was “immortal.”

The heart, we learn, was the heart of Frankenstein’s monster–seemingly indestructible, and holding the key to all manner of life-changing, scientific good stuff. It was assumed incinerated, along with the rest of the city…but what if it survived? And what if, after a time, hungry hands reached down and picked it out of the wreckage?

Meanwhile, Kawaji sojourns to Germany. There another wizened Mad Scientist stereotype tells him there’s only one way authentic Kawaji’s so-called Frankenstein: cut off its arms and legs. If they grow back (and the severed limbs continue living, provided adequit protein) it’s Frankenstein.

Oddly enough, Kawanji’s all for this plan. He only worries about mentioning the plan to Seuko, and with good reason. Bowen’s sole contribution? Asking Seuko for her advice, allowing her to become my hero with her almost-impassioned speech in defense of the “boy’s” human rights…such as they are, he being an orphaned non-person and all.

Dr. Kawaji, our other hero (this was specifically intended for distribution on both sides of the pond) proves himself deaf to Seuko’s opinions. Off to the basement with him, saw and scalple in tow. Only the timely intervention of an Overzellious Reporter (and his crew) halts Kawaji’s experiment in vivisection.

Like Kong before him, the boy-creature proves intolerent of bright light. With every man in the room ineffectually soiling their nappies, the creatures breaks free of his cages and escapes. With all the moral ambiguity swirling around our human protagonists, my heart goes with him. I’m once again rooting for the monster by default, he being the only character in the film about which I give a damn.

As is to be expected. The remainder of the film follows civilization’s escalating campaign of brinkmanship with “Frankenstein” (as everyone insists on calling him). In every sense, this movie’s title is a misnomer. Frankenstein–the Swiss (not German–he was from Geneva, remember?) scientist who created life out of people parts–never appears in the film. The monster that incorrectly bares his name conquers nothing, and ends up (as they do so often) fleeing a civilization that fears and hates him. The “world” never extends beyond Japan of the early 1960s, an endless collection of dance parties, where only super scientists, government flunkies (up to and including the military) and journalists appear to work for a living. (Aliens attempting to take over the world do occasionally seek out employment to cover their clandestine [what we’d call “terrorist”] operations…but in retrospect, this often makes them more conspicuous to native opposition forces.)

Perhaps that’s an unfair characterization (well, not “perhaps,” I know it is because I’ve studied actual history, the kind that comes in books, but nevermind that now, we’re almost done here) because this Japan still harbors an un-industrialized, rural population, if only to provide the other monster in the film with someone to terrorize at will.

Baragon (and don’t ask where the name comes from) also serves the cause by united audience sympathy behind “Frankenstein” in time for the final fight–as if we needed any more inducement. With his destruction of oil derricks (symbols of Japan’s twentieth century future) and small mountain towns (symbols of Japan’s pre-Meji, Fantasy Past), Baragon terrorizes all of Japan, his country’s answer to the giant bugs in a Bert I. Gordon movie of comparable vintage. A cave demon, captain of desolate, subterranean places where secrets congeal into great, moving masses and explode into the waking world, Baragon is meant as the ultimate foil. Instead, he comes off as a great bore. Both monsters lack anything approaching Godzilla’s or Gamera’s dynamism, and the movie suffers for it. With no good will coming my way from the human cast, it falls to monsters to win my love during the final act. They don’t. Like the scientists who gaze at them, they remain flat and underdeveloped,

Of course the scientists assume no responsibility whatsoever for the events they unleash When someone asks, “Do you know what happened here?” late in the film, Dr. Nick feeds him some self-evident, bullshit line about the creature fighting Baragon. I’ll tell you what really happened, pal: same thing that happens in every story named “Frankenstein” (or “the Modern Prometheus”). A bunch of scientists played around with Things Better Left Unplayed-With and then refused to take responsibility for the consequences of their actions. How many criminal charges do you think the Japanese government could bring against Dr. Bowen and his intrepid Scooby Crew? How many civil suits?

Apart from that, how many times can Nick Adams contort his face into a semblance of dull surprise? Could Kawaji’s evil be any more banal? And could Seuko be more useless girl? Couldn’t they have worked some way to have her trip, faint and break a nail at the same time? Two out of three ain’t bad, but I mean, c’mon…

The film’s schizophrenic character flows from an uneven blending of its source material. It attempts to be both a Frankenstein and a daikaiju movie, never quite fulfilling the promises of either.

This is surprising, given the clannish character of this era’s daikaiju film-making. Behind the cameras you’ll find most of the people who made King Kong vs. Godzilla not four years before. There you see a perfectly blending of apparently-incomparable material, right down to Kong grabbing the movie’s designated Chick and climbing the Diet Building. (Which actually managed to support his weight, despite–or perhaps because of–Godzilla’s frequent success at walking right through it.) It was both a King Kong and a daikaiju movie, specifically a Godzilla movie, both rewarding and defying its shared audiences expectations.

On the other hand you have this film, which sits politely and doesn’t talk out of turn. It hits (almost) all the high notes, denying us only a climactic battle in the heart of some urban metropolis…and any real sense of closure, for that matter. The movie comes complete with a lazy, built-in-franchise-maker ending fit for today’s Hollywood blocks of wood. Comic book fans then and now know that, unless you see a body, nobody stays dead forever. The same applies to both of tonight’s monsters…After a fashion…but that’s another story.)


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