You might black out...
There is no blaxploitation vibe, per say, to Blakenstein. The monster’s ethnicity is irrelevant to the plot, contrary to 1972’s Blacula. This is a straight horror drama with no tongue-in-cheek elements, so the title is barely deserved. It has a washed out photography, barely decorated set design, poor storytelling and embarrassing dialogue. The audio is terrible and the camera work even worse.
The acting is awkward and probably answers to poor directing. There is no film language, here. The camera is hysterical, offers bad angles, bad framing, amateur blocking and centers on the subject compulsively. The film is not tense, not scary, but at least follows the Frankenstein story. Sadly, the monster doesn’t look like a monster; no effort went into a decent make-up.
The makers can’t establish an ambiance, so they often resort to loud music that is too intense for what actually happens on screen. It is so loud that it buries the dialogue, which is probably a good thing anyway. The actors seem embarrassed. The film doesn’t know what it wants to be and what tone it should have so it chooses chaos. This little exploitation film is one step away from a disaster.