Frankenstein's Army

Synopsis: Toward the end of World War II, Russian soldiers pushing into eastern Germany stumble across a secret Nazi lab, one that has unearthed and begun experimenting with the journal of one Dr. Victor Frankenstein. The scientists have used the legendary Frankenstein's work to assemble an army of super-soldiers stitched together from the body parts of their fallen comrades -- a desperate Hitler's last ghastly ploy to escape defeat.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Richard Raaphorst
Production: MPI Media Group
  1 win & 3 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
84 min

- My name is Dimitri

Asna, and I'm a graduate

of the All-Union Institute

of Cinematography in Moscow.

I was entrusted by

our great leader,

Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin,

to film the heroic deeds

of a distinguished

reconnaissance unit

under the command of

Sergeant Novikov.

I am proud to be a

part of this mission

in the Great Patriotic War.

Long live motherland, and

long live Czarevitch Stalin.

For you.

- Very good, Seryosha.

- Very good.

Very strong.

Ivan. Ivan, don't-

Very good. Look where you go.

Don't trip up.

Vanya, yes, very good. Very good.

No, too much. Too much, Vanya.

Sacha! Hurry up there!

I need to use the other camera.

How many times must I tell you, eh?

Be careful with it!

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

- There is the sniper's nest.

It's crucial that we

destroy this nest.

It's a potential death trap

for our advancing troops.

Vassili, Alexei,

you flank it from

the right and left.

Ivan and I will divert attention.

Let's get as much

gear off as we can.

We need to be light.

Sacha, you stay here,

and you guard the gear, huh?

- Take cover!

- Kill him!

Kill him!


- Whoa!

- Grenade!

- Ah, shit!

- God-

F*ck off, Dima.

- Um, can you go behind me?

I can't see a thing.

Jesus Christ...

- Sir!

Over here!

- Keep the fucking

noise down, boy!

- What the f*ck?

- Ooh...

- Fucking hooligan.

- I don't give a shit.

We're here to help our comrades.

Let's go.

- Bear Cobra 3-1-9

calling Mother.

Do you read me? Over.

Do you read me? Over.

Bear Cobra 3-1-9 calling Mother.

Do you read me? Over.

Dima, you think you got

some good shots today, huh?

- Can I ask you a few questions,

for the folks back home in Russia?

You don't sound Russian.

Where are you from?

- Krakow, Poland.

I escaped east when

the Nazis invaded.


She is why I'm here.

Seryosha, get over here.

- You think it's worth it?

- Maybe.

- Dima, it's only-

- Moscow Jewboy!

- Where are you?

You're a liberator!

- You Polish cunt!

You are going straight

to military tribunal!

Give me the camera!

If you don't get off

that fucking bicycle...


You drunken-

- This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

We are trapped.

Does anyone read me? Over.

This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

We are trapped.

Does anyone read me? Over.

- Misha?

- This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

- Misha, I've got something.

Hello? Tiger Bear 3-0-3?

We read you. Over.

- We are trapped.

- We can't hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north

by 132204 east.

Do you read me?

- Hello?

- Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

What is your situation? Over.

- We can't hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north by 13-

- They can't hear us.

- What one is it?

- Some mining village in

the middle of nowhere.

We're not far.

If we get a move on, we

could be there by noon.

- Don't you think it's strange?

Who is Tiger Bear?

I thought we were the

only reconnaissance.

- They're Russians-

our boys-

and they need help.

What more do you need to know?

You better inform Mother.

- I wish I could.

That crazy message

is the only thing I've

received for two days.

- Dima, pack your stuff away.

We won't wait for you.

- Eh?

- Here's one, shot already, eh?

Fucking fritzie.

- Let me...


- Shit!

Shit. Damn you!

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

Nothing is going on.

- Do me a favor and

stay with the squad.

- Is that it?

- There's a lot of damage.

There's been fighting here.

Do you see anything?

- Nothing.

No Russians.

No Germans.

Not even a stinking goat.

- All right.

We're going through the trees

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