Wow…

After growing up with the Frankenstein of the 50s/60s, I decided to read the original before watching the latest movie.

5 minutes in and it seems as true to the original as those old B/W movies.

Let’s see how we get on, shall we…

Ok, 12 minutes in and I’m going to have to totally disassociate not only with the bill but also those wonderfully b-grade interpretations of my childhood.

Right.

19 minutes in.

They may as well have called this “Bullshitstain”…I mean…“Bullshitstein”.

Did Guillermo and I read the same book?!

If we did, this is certainly *not* the movie of *that* book.

I’m honestly not sure I can watch to completion. Perhaps I’ll continue tomorrow.

Perhaps not.

O.M.F.G.

Victor Frankenstein was not, in fact, the monster after all (even though William redundantly explicitly says so in this…umm…version? Travesty? Soap opera?

The real monsters were…

…everyone involved in this “production”.

I’m now about 20 minutes from the end, and it’s as tangled a mess as the unnecessary leg wound of Victor in this movie.

Gah!

Ok, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that as screenwriter *and* director, Guillermo, is, in fact, the sole real monster.

IMNSHO, this adds nothing to the canon/oeuvre of Frankenstein, and yet I fear, like the creature depicted in it, it will never truly die.

Edit: and Producer, too, Guillermo! You fiend.

Ok, couple of redeeming points purely for nominative determinism.

Lead actress: Mia Goth
“Executioner”: Burn Gorman
Script Supervisor: Dug Rotstein (!)