Beautiful, moving film.

Pretty good movie overall. First half was nothing special but it got better as it went along.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

Watching The Incredible Two Headed Transplant and you've got to wonder just why are scientists doing things like transplanting a second head on to a body which already has one? The explanations offered just never quite satisfy on the screen.In this colossally bad classic Bruce Dern and Berry Kroeger are conducting secret experiments in body collaboration and they get a perfect opportunity when escaped maniac killer Albert Cole leaves the asylum he's been committed to and runs amuck. Oh joy, here's a great subject. So after killing the caretaker at the Dern estate, Cole's head is grafted on to the body of the caretaker's son who is a seven foot plus giant who was brain damaged at eight years of age and has that mentality.Of course after that the two headed guy runs completely amuck causing great concern to law enforcement not to mention Dern's wife Pat Priest and best friend and fellow scientist Casey Kasem. That's right disc jockey and second rate Dick Clark, Casey Kasem. And as an actor I have to say Kasem is a great disc jockey.Of course Kasem is no actor, but what did the rest of this cast think they were signing up for?

There's no doubting this is a very bad film by anyone's standards, but it isn't without some entertainment value. Bruce Dern – clearly on his uppers back in '71 – takes on the mad scientist role with such laid-back indifference to the part that his performance alone is worth the cost of the rental or purchase or ninety minutes of your life. Never will you see an actor so clearly embarrassed by the rubbish he has somehow found himself saddled with or trying so hard to appear invisible. Dern speaks each of his lines with a kind of preternatural calmness that leaves you wondering whether some underhand producer hasn't drugged him so that he believes he's floating through a dream. His character is assisted by Max (Berry Kroeger) who, quite frankly, is the creepiest thing in the film – like a strange uncle whose lap your mum warns you not to sit on when you're a kid… The plot follows the typical monster-movie template. Once again our monster is stitched together from people's body parts in a fortress-like laboratory to which access is denied to the good doctor's long-suffering wife (Pat Priest). But, unlike Frankenstein, this is no meditation on the dangers of man playing God, rather than a frank attempt to titillate undemanding teens. Of course, wifey can't resist having a peek in the lab and before you can say 'don't open the door!' she's opened the door and – well, I'm sure you can get the rest.The poor simpleton who has a maniacal killer's head grafted onto his neck (don't you hate it when that happens?) is something of a giant, and he's filmed from a low angle so that no money has to be spent on special effects. I'm sure Messrs Bloom and Cole must have been pretty close friends by the end of the shoot. Of course the killer quickly becomes the dominant partner and forces his neck-mate to embark on a killing spree. He lumbers around the countryside, chancing upon necking teenagers and wasted bikers who, for some reason, find it impossible to outrun him and, cackling wildly, summarily dispatches them for no apparent reason other than he's completely bonkers.The single moment of any worth in the film is the point at which director Anthony Lanza cuts away from the murder of the female biker, just as those brainless cackles are beginning to rise. It's a moment of restraint totally at odds with the rest of the movie.

THE INCREDIBLE 2—HEADED TRANSPLANT, a derisory shocker, an example of crude sensationalism, with something of the shameless enthusiasm the '70s hacks had for various forms of exploitation, awfully played, the tale of a crazy scientist and his experiments in avant-guard experimental surgery, takes the form of a shameless slapdash and be one as dumb as he will, it's a bit overstretched to pretend that successful experiments in transplants took place in a risible lab.There's a glimpse of a beautiful bath scene and of a blonde dressed in foam.Knowledgeable buffs will identify Mrs. Patricia Ann Priest—the acclaimed TV actress, or at least Dern; casting Dern as a scientist was a bit of a blunder though, the man looks as if he can barely write his name.

I am not sure if this is the worst movie ever made but it could be the worst I'v ever seen. Its not that the acting is bad or the script in no good...its a combinationof everything. Why does the crazy doctor's wife tolerate being locked up in a cage and then worry about his memory being besmirched at the "tragic" end of the movie?