The Invisible Man's Love Life (1970)

Why so much hype?

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

The newcomer Dr. Garondet (Francis Valladares) is summoned by professor Orloff (Howard Vernon) but people in his village is afraid to go to his castle. The insistent Dr. Garondet reaches the castle and the servants send him to talk to Cécile Orloff (Brigitte Carva), who is the daughter of the professor and is worried about the mental health of her father. Dr. Garondet meets professor Orloff and he tells what happened to Cécile sometime ago and his experiment with an invisible man, and he explains that his daughter is deranged due to the reported incident. Dr. Garondet has to spend the night in the castle and soon he learns who is the insane in the castle. "La vie amoureuse de l'homme invisible" is a lame and funny euro trash sexploitation by Pierre Chevalier, a wannabee of Jess Franco and Ed Wood. The silly story has poor acting, awful scenarios and gratuitous nudity. The rape of the servant by the invisible man and the bush of Brigitte Carva are scenes of so bad taste that become hilarious. My vote is four.Title (Brazil): "O Monstro do Dr. Orloff" ("The Monster of the Dr. Orloff")

Young Dr. Garondet (likable Paco Valladares) goes to the castle of batty Dr. Orloff (the always reliable Howard Vernon in peak sinister form). At the castle Garondet meets Orloff's daughter Cecile (lovely Brigitte Carva) and runs afoul of Orloff's dangerous invisible man experiment. Boy, does this gloriously ghastly atrocity possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a real four-star stinkbomb: we've got plodding misdirection by Pierre Chevalier, ragged editing, poor dubbing, a talky script, sluggish pacing, crude, zoom-happy cinematography by Juan Fortuny and Raymond Heil, paltry (not so) special effects (the invisible maniac turns out to be some zhlub in a hopelessly cheesy and unconvincing ape suit!), and a limply staged and unexciting fiery climax. Naturally, there's also a generous sprinkling of tasty gratuitous female nudity. This movie reaches its hilariously inept apex with a protracted sequence depicting the invisible maniac raping a hapless maid. The supporting cast flounder with the patently ludicrous script: Isabel Del Rio as the bitchy, greedy, treacherous Marie, Fernando Sancho as Marie's despicable weakling accomplice, and Evane Hanska as a surly servant. Extra kudos are in order for Camille and Claude Sauvage's wildly inappropriate, but still insanely groovy finger-snapping swinging jazz score. In fact, this flick is downright Jess Francoesque in its endearingly awful crumminess. A complete schlocky hoot.

Perhaps because I've seen this before it played slightly better this time. A doctor is summoned to a castle where no one will go. Once there no one will admit that they summoned him. It transpires that the daughter of Dr Orloff had summoned him because she was having odd experiences. It transpires that her father has made an invisible man (gorilla) and after a long rambling story in flashback about his the daughters near death, the doctor is locked up, escapes and the castle is blown up. Its at best 40 minutes of material stretched to almost twice that thanks to lots of sequences of people walking the country side, walking down corridors, just walking. It wouldn't be bad if you stripped all of the extra stuff away. Thankfully I was engaged in something else at the same time I was watching it so the tedium was relieved. Worth a look if you're a Eurohorror fan or like the idea of invisible gorillas.

ORLOFF AND THE INVISIBLE MAN (1971) *** Howard Vernon, Brigitte Carva, Fernando Sancho, Paco Valladares, Isabel del Río, Evane Hanska. In this 1971 French-Spanish co-production, the irrepressible Howard Vernon returns for his second turn as Dr. Orloff. This time, he's created an invisible man who feeds on human blood. It's fairly typical Eurosleaze fare: there's the usual muddled plot, cheap special effects (wait until you see the invisible `man'!) and a fair amount of gratuitous nudity (the rape of the servant girl by the invisible man, with shots of Vernon leering through the whole thing, is especially tasteless). But a good score, nice atmosphere and fairly brisk direction by Pierre Chevalier manage to keep things interesting.