As I reiterate below:
In the second film of the Universal Horror quintuplet marathon at a drive-in last night, James Whale’s Frankenstein was played. The last time I saw that was back in 2016 so it was a happy occasion to have that experience, let alone get to discuss it here. It’s a shame that there were some fly-eaters in the audience who didn’t think that if they had their windows open or were sitting outside, those who had their windows open too could hear them… it was around 70 degrees F (22 degrees C) so honestly, I wasn’t surprised but still disappointed. At least more and more people left through the night so that became less of an issue.
I still haven’t read the novel from “Mrs. Percy Bysshe Shelley” (an actual credit, and an insulting one for Mary Shelley) but like with Dracula, everyone knows the plot… even if I’ve heard it is greatly simplified from what Shelley wrote. Henry Frankenstein-who I’ll call Hank-learns how he shouldn’t play God when he creates a hulking brute of a being… and he also shouldn’t have a nitwit assistant named Fritz who takes the abnormal brain of a criminal. Hank is about to be married to Elizabeth but his obsession has put that in jeopardy.
Like Lugosi w/ Dracula, Boris Karloff as Frankenstein’s Monster is still iconic almost a century later. The tale is tragic for several characters-the Monster, Hank, and Elizabeth. There are moments that will forever haunt me-little girl Maria & her fate-and what great mood/atmosphere it has between the sets & Whale’s direction. Mix in an unforgettable finale and the film is classic 30’s horror which is a must for genre fans.
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