Blood of Ghastly Horror (1972) 
A title that makes little sense aptly compliments a film that also makes little sense, as Al Adamson attempts to meld a cheesy mad scientist monster movie with a crime caper, in what must be at least the fifth incarnation of his film.
Despite only recently watching the film, I am finding it very hard to describe the experience having spent most of the running time either blankly fixated on the screen with a lobotomised gleam in my eye, or staring out of the window or at various random objects in the room, patiently waiting out the film's running time.