Hidden away in a rundown castle, the overreaching and
eccentric Henry Frankenstein creates life from the bodies stolen from graves
and a criminal’s brain stolen from a university. When he achieves his goal, he
realises that his creation is really a monster, unable to distinguish right
from wrong, which soon begins to terrorise the town.
You cannot, simply cannot appreciate the genius and
heart-wrenching complexities of Frankenstein
without having read the book (written by Mary Shelley). Although the story offers
wondrous alleys for horrific interpretations: without a doubt it is the most
revered monster on all fronts, the story of Frankenstein and his creation is
one of torture and heartbreaking identity complications, making it much more
than a mere horror movie.
Hidden away in a rundown castle, the overreaching and
eccentric Henry Frankenstein creates life from the bodies stolen from graves
and a criminal’s brain stolen from a university. When he achieves his goal, he
realises that his creation is really a monster, unable to distinguish right
from wrong, which soon begins to terrorise the town.
James Whale’s 1931
adaptation of Frankenstein is in
Universal’s Hall of Fame, armed with its wonderful performances and amazing
sets and makeup design. The film begins with a disclaimer, almost deterrence,
before jumping right into the grave robbing and experimenting. Running just
over an hour long, the movie dissects Shelley’s admirable novel and splinters
it into a spooky and fragmented film of “the best bits”; a great abridge so to
speak.
The film is very well balanced between horror and suspense, and drama
and romance with Boris Karloff (birth name William Henry Pratt and billed only
as ? during the opening credits) delivering a beautiful performance as the
monster forced into being and then spending its “life” searching for an
identity. The character of the Monster is one that is remarkably hard to play
because you both have to fear and pity it and Karloff did a lovely job bringing
a human fear and heart-melting vulnerability to one of the world’s most
prestigious monsters.
The makeup that Karloff adorned, designed by Jack Pierce,
was both frightening (obviously more so in the harsh tones of black and white
cinema) and beautiful: the heavily drooping eyelids playing a key role in
making the Monster seem vulnerable and confused. Very well done.
Starring Colin
Clive, Mae Clarke, John Boles, Edward Van Sloan, Frederick Kerr, Dwight Frye,
Lionel Belmore, and Marilyn Harris, Frankenstein
is a seemingly short and dated film by modern standards, but one that I feel
captured the emotions of the book on which it is based very well. Filled with
action, drama, horror, romance, science, and a few heartbreaking scenes, it’s
an iconic film that paved the way for numerous adaptations and brought one of
the most loved monsters off the page and onto the screen. You’ve got to admire
it for that fact alone.
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