As best as we can determine, the producers of THE MAN WITHOUT A BODY had a camera and some film and said to themselves, “Well, we’ve got to do something with this stuff.” And the dedicated advocates of the Temple of Bad have to agree with these esteemed artistes: This film is certainly a thing. An incoherent, shoddy, poorly acted thing.
Come listen in as our special guest, mulitmediumrare.com’s[link: http://multimediumrare.com/] Orenthal V. Hawkins, joins ToB regulars Andrea Lipinski, Kevin Lauderdale, and Dan Persons to talk about a film that starts out with a man being diagnosed with an incurable brain tumor, somehow gets around to incorporating the severed head of Nostradamus, and winds up with a Frankenstein-like rampage, if by “Frankenstein-like rampage” you mean a guy who looks like a badly-dressed marshmallow stumbling around a deserted, back-lot village. Your spine will tingle! ‘Cause that’s basically the same sensation you get when your leg falls asleep.