Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs
MEET THE MOST TITILATING TIME BOMBS EVER!
The foppish mad scientist Dr. Goldfoot (Vincent Price) plots another mad scheme to take over the world by killing off the major military leaders of every country; to that end, he creates in his secret lab a bevy of bodacious girl bombs; full-length, life-size robots that explode when embraced.
Oh how I wish this were redeemable in some way, but it's not. Even worse than the first one.
It shouldn’t be possible to be disappointed when you expect a movie to be bad. I knew after watching Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine that the sequel would no doubt be just as bad, and I decided to watch it out of the same morbid curiosity that drove me to watch the first. But Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs actually succeeds in being worse than than its predecessor, partly because it’s possible to see how it could have been better, but largely because it’s just put together with a much lower degree of competence.
Really, if it weren’t for Vincent Price and for hordes of scantily-clad women, there’d be no redeeming qualities to these films at all. Read full review.
The first part was fun, but this is Bava just cashing a cheque.
Even if you're a fan of 60's spy spoofs, you'll have a hard time sitting through this unfunny mess.