Frankenstein & Bride of Frankenstein
I'm always a bit shocked by how all these classic monster movies are so short, about 70 minutes long most of them. The trick to Frankenstein is that it starts in the thick of the action, with Henry Frankenstein (why not Victor?) and Fritz (why not Igor?) grave-robbing and this close to finishing up the monster. No time to waste. Except for all the bland scenes involving Henry's dad, friend and fiancee. You couldn't ask for a duller trio. I'm not sure why Henry even has a friend in this. I thought they were setting up a stoic, noble counterpart to the unhinged, immoral Frankenstein so the female lead would have a replacement groom by the end, as it was usually the case in 30s gangster flicks, but amazingly Frankenstein survives and marries Elizabeth. But hey, the movie single-handedly comes up with all the iconography associated with Frankenstein (that the book doesn't really dwell into). The creature itself, the laboratory, the hunchback assistant, they called me crazy/it's alive!, the clifftop castle, the angry torch-carrying mob, the burning windmill. Karloff is great, Colin Clive is great.
Bride does the 1980s slasher sequel of retconning the "death" of the monster and setting him on the loose while the survivors mostly sit out the movie, Halloween II style. The creature starts talking here and comes across as more sympathetic; he is given an actual arc too. But if I were paying good money in 1935 to see this I'd feel a bit gypped, as the title Bride shows up in the last 5 minutes of the movie and does nothing but wake up and scream at the monster.
Bride is also in essence a comedy. Young Frankenstein cribbed a lot from here and didn't really need to stretch the parody that far, honestly, especially with the blind man sequence and the ridiculous character of the Irish housekeeper. The sequel also introduces a Dr. Pretorius, who apparently had a castle next to Frankenstein's in the previous movie and was not only working on creating life as well but succeeded amazingly and carries with him jars with actual tiny people in them, including a fucking mermaid. His woe is that he couldn't figure out a way to make them life-sized, which seems to me like missing the forest for the trees.
Anyway.
I'm always a bit shocked by how all these classic monster movies are so short, about 70 minutes long most of them. The trick to Frankenstein is that it starts in the thick of the action, with Henry Frankenstein (why not Victor?) and Fritz (why not Igor?) grave-robbing and this close to finishing up the monster. No time to waste. Except for all the bland scenes involving Henry's dad, friend and fiancee. You couldn't ask for a duller trio. I'm not sure why Henry even has a friend in this. I thought they were setting up a stoic, noble counterpart to the unhinged, immoral Frankenstein so the female lead would have a replacement groom by the end, as it was usually the case in 30s gangster flicks, but amazingly Frankenstein survives and marries Elizabeth. But hey, the movie single-handedly comes up with all the iconography associated with Frankenstein (that the book doesn't really dwell into). The creature itself, the laboratory, the hunchback assistant, they called me crazy/it's alive!, the clifftop castle, the angry torch-carrying mob, the burning windmill. Karloff is great, Colin Clive is great.
Bride does the 1980s slasher sequel of retconning the "death" of the monster and setting him on the loose while the survivors mostly sit out the movie, Halloween II style. The creature starts talking here and comes across as more sympathetic; he is given an actual arc too. But if I were paying good money in 1935 to see this I'd feel a bit gypped, as the title Bride shows up in the last 5 minutes of the movie and does nothing but wake up and scream at the monster.
Bride is also in essence a comedy. Young Frankenstein cribbed a lot from here and didn't really need to stretch the parody that far, honestly, especially with the blind man sequence and the ridiculous character of the Irish housekeeper. The sequel also introduces a Dr. Pretorius, who apparently had a castle next to Frankenstein's in the previous movie and was not only working on creating life as well but succeeded amazingly and carries with him jars with actual tiny people in them, including a fucking mermaid. His woe is that he couldn't figure out a way to make them life-sized, which seems to me like missing the forest for the trees.
Anyway.