Beystiman It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

StyleSk8r At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

Juana what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

Brooklynn There's a more than satisfactory amount of boom-boom in the movie's trim running time.

matthewmercy Hilariously, profoundly awful, The Man Without a Body (1957) really does need to be seen to be believed. A cheap-as-can-be sci-fi / horror B-movie, produced in Britain but certainly bearing marks of American-made drive-in flick influences, it stars George Coulouris as a volatile, bad-tempered industrial mogul who discovers he has a malignant brain tumour; consulting with experimental scientist Robert Hutton, he discovers the only way to save his own life is to undergo a brain transplant, so with an admirable 'aim high' mentality, he decides the only brain that will do the job is that of the four hundred years-dead French seer Nostradamus. Following a spot of grave-robbing and an unclear laboratory process whereby the long-decayed tissues of Nostradamus' head are totally re-generated ready for grafting onto Coulouris' shoulders, the lusty carryings-on of his unfaithful mistress (From Russia With Love's Nadja Regin) and the crafty disembodied head's own plan to bankrupt the businessman result in the death of Hutton's assistant Sheldon Lawrence, after which his body becomes the recipient of the psychic's bonce and goes on perhaps the most uneventful monster rampage in film history. Nostradamus might have been able to see into the future, but I bet even he didn't predict his eventual fate would be to have his severed noodle swinging from the bell ropes of a Twickenham church tower…One of the first attempts by a different production company to capitalise on the nascent UK horror boom spearheaded by Hammer's The Quatermass Xperiment (1955) and The Curse of Frankenstein (1957), this totally barmy film has far more in common with US-made trash like Frankenstein's Daughter (1958), in that it is completely impossible to take seriously. Written by somebody called William Grote (given that this individual has no other credits at all, I would assume the name is an alias of some collection of random contributors) and supposedly co-directed by Billy Wilder's brother W. Lee and the unsung Charles Saunders (Tawny Pipit), the legend is that Saunders actually had no hand in this mess at all, and was merely hired to be present on set to satisfy quota regulations ensuring a certain number of films made in the UK were actually employing Brits. Coulouris, a respected actor and colleague of Orson Welles who had appeared in Citizen Kane (1941) and whose filmography contains a sprinkling of other classics, must have wondered what the hell he had got involved in with this shocker; in terms of special effects and scare-value it makes its sister film Womaneater (1958), from the same stable and again starring Coulouris, look like The Thing (1982) by comparison. The veteran actor gives it his all, and Regin's nympho routine is convincing enough, but they were never going to carry the film; I mean Raging Bull-era DeNiro couldn't have made this insanity fly all by himself.This is well worth a watch if you want to pee yourself laughing, though; The Man Without a Body is unsurprisingly not available on DVD, though it is on YouTube in a poor-quality upload.

Richard Chatten One of the reasons I love low budget sci-fi movies is that the requirement of the genre to come up with at least something reasonably out of the ordinary results in them occasionally having to rush into realms of strangeness where better movies would fear to tread; and I particularly love OLD sci-fi movies because of their occasional interesting imagery and considerable period charm (cameraman Brendan Stafford duly delivers on both counts with this potboiler shot in 50's London). Unfortunately contemplation of the simple existence of 'The Man Without a Body' is far more appealing than actually having to sit through it.Veteran exploitation producer Guido Coen presumably decided that it was time to try his hand at a sci-fi quickie, but 'The Man Without a Body' still looks and feels more like one of his cheap crime pictures, with a reanimated head grafted on to the plot the way Dr. Philip Merritt eventually grafts one on to his hapless assistant Dr Waldenhouse - which provides the film with its funniest scene as his new creation lumbers out on to the streets. ("You know it's remarkable it's alive, this head mounted on your assistant's body" nonchalantly observes Dr. Alexander (Norman Shelley). "That was quick thinking on your part, doctor, I must admit.") Presumably based on a nodding acquaintance with old Frankenstein movies, screenwriter William Grote (probably a pseudonym, since it's his sole film credit) introduces one truly original idea to this otherwise entirely derivative mishmash by coming up with the astonishing idea of resurrecting the head of that old sixteenth century fraud Nostradamus to provide bullying millionaire Karl Brussard (George Coulouris) with his final desperate bid for longevity; although "original" is probably not quite the word to describe it. Separated from Nostradamus's body at Brussard's behest by a drunken, struck-off surgeon (Tony Quinn) who sneaks into his crypt, Brussard then smuggles the head through customs back to London in a hatbox. As played by Michael Golden, Nostradamus conveniently speaks English, and Coulouris's attempt to employ his brain as a sort of high-definition VHS tape by browbeating him into accepting that his memories and personality are now those of Brussard is what makes this film one of a kind.It took two credited directors - one American - to bring this shambles to the screen, and in addition to Robert Hutton as the inevitable American leading man, 'The Man Without a Body' also manages to have two foreign-accented leading ladies: good girl Julia Arnall from Austria and bad girl Nadja Regin from Serbia.

drmality-1 I defy anyone to find a 1950's film more off the wall and unpredictable than this. Even Nostradamus himself wouldn't be able to do it! Calling this campy trash is taking the easy way out. The film has more original ideas than a dozen big budget Hollywood films from the same period that cost a hundred times as much. If you have never seen "Man Without A Body" before, find it on Youtube, where it is presented in complete and pristine form. Then sit back and get ready to be amazed by the entertaining absurdity of it all.To cover the basics of the plot, an egomaniacal millionaire in the vein of Charles Foster Kane and Howard Hughes is diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor after he has head pains and starts answering phantom phone calls. Veteran actor George Coulouris plays Karl Brussard with lots of vigor. Of course Brussard cannot contemplate his own end, so he hooks up with renegade scientist Dr. Merritt, who has found a method of keeping long dead monkey heads alive and in perfect condition.The crazed Brussard has the idea to imprint his mind and personality upon the head of the greatest man who ever lived...the French prophet Nostradamus! After a grave-robbing expedition, the dessicated head of Nostradamus is brought back to life and asks Dr. Merritt and company: "Have they burned all my books?" Despite the cheesy effects, there is something quite eerie about the ease with which Nostradamus adapts to his new situation, saying "I have always lived in the future". Soon Brussard tries to brainwash Nostradamus into thinking he's Brussard, leading to one of the craziest scenes ever filmed.Meanwhile, there's a lot more going on. Brussard's sexy nymphomaniac mistress Odette, whom he treats like an annoying pet, has hatched a plot to murder the old man with the help of Merritt's assistant Lou. At the same time, Merritt's female assistant Jean tries to get this frosty egghead to thaw out and return her advances. Finally, in an amazing scene, Nostradamus is transformed into a Frankenstein-like monster with a giant paper mache blob encasing his head. This crazy creature goes on the rampage in search of the now-fugitive Brussard, whose company has been ruined due to false stock market advice given by the prophet.The ending is very abrupt, yet quite appropriate. It seems Nostradamus had foreseen everything all along, resulting in a satisfactory resolution where everybody gets their due.Despite the cheapness of the production, "The Man Without A Body" holds you in a spell from the get go, with better direction than you would think. This film is begging to be discovered! I wonder if the real Nostradamus could have ever foreseen his participation in a movie like this?

MartinHafer George Coulouris was well cast in this film, as he almost always played morally bankrupt and selfish roles. Here, he plays a dying rich man--and he is determined to do anything to stay alive despite his brain tumor. His quest leads him to a scientist (Robert Hutton) who is doing weird experiments with monkeys. He's able to actually keep their heads alive using all sorts of machinery--and inexplicably, Coulouris likes this as a way to stay alive (yuck). And the researchers even seem to be able to revive heads that have been dead for some time--and Coulouris has the idea of reviving some of the great minds of history in order to put his consciousness into them or take advantage of them or I dunno--and I saw the film! Confusing? Yep...this is no ordinary transplantation film.It's amazing when you think about it, but this is actually a VERY familiar plot! It's about the 10th film I've seen involving scientists with disembodied heads and most, incidentally, involve rich guys wanting to cheat death! "Donovan's Brain", "The Brain That Wouldn't Die", "The Incredible Two-Headed Transplant" and "The Frozen Dead" are just a few of the films like "The Man Without a Body" I can think of just off the top of my head--but there are plenty more. A few of these films are pretty good and most are pretty dumb. So what about this particular film--is it among the good head-transplant films or the bad? Considering that it's really not clear EXACTLY what Coulouris or the doctors' plans are with this bizarre technology, that's one strike against the film already. I much more straight forward head transplantation plot would have probably worked a lot better than this confusing plot. Also, not having Nostradamus' head come SOMEWHAT to life and talk would have been a good thing--it came off as pretty dumb--even for a transplant film. In fact, aside from a good premise, the whole film just seemed muddled and like a wasted opportunity. Why Coulouris ran amok near the end was beyond me and the ending was really, really dumb. As a result, the film ranks among the lower echelon of disembodied head films (a dubious distinction indeed).By the way, why did they pick a lady for the film who barely spoke intelligible English? Someone thought the Hungarian lady in the fame was a good idea. It wasn't.