There's a reason Frankenstein is titled after the mad
scientist rather than his monster (monster actor extraordinaire Boris
Karloff). Mary Shelley's story turns the re-awakened corpse into the
tragic figure of our sympathies, while Dr. Frankenstein increasingly
becomes hell bent on hubris and power. There are few moments in film
history quite as sickening as Colin Clive's delighted gasps of "It's
alive!" The film's closing moments where Frankenstein's new
father-in-law raises a toast to the future of the House of Frankenstein
is underlined by bitter irony.
Frankenstein is
admittedly clumsy at times with scenes so clearly set on pre-fabricated
sets that it's hard to take seriously (It's just on the right side of Ed
Wood). However, the staginess of the play is occasionally super
effective; it's not a film that's predicated on suspense but rather
atmosphere and philosophical quandaries. In its best moments, the film is shot in a highly expressive
style (reminiscent of Nosferatu) where the sets and lighting
turn the film into something as moody, sullen and despairing as
Frankenstein's actions and their consequences.
Grade: A

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