An uncredited adaptation of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" I guess I was expecting too much of this movie by Larry Fessenden, whose work I had lost contact with since "Wendigo" in 2001. It is not bad, but it goes on forever, has two or three endings, speeches get in the way of physical action when it is desperately needed, and it's literally a bloody mess if you compare it to James Whale's diptych in which (I believe) there were hardly blood stains or drops.
It is undeniably interesting in its first act, but the introduction of the Polidori character complicates things, needlessly extends the story to almost two hours, and it makes the movie lose the balance between realism and fantasy, leaving me indifferent.
Alex Breaux does a superb job as the monster with the tragic conscience of his condition and keeps the picture together whenever he is on the screen. If only for him, you can look at this Fassenden product.
It is undeniably interesting in its first act, but the introduction of the Polidori character complicates things, needlessly extends the story to almost two hours, and it makes the movie lose the balance between realism and fantasy, leaving me indifferent.
Alex Breaux does a superb job as the monster with the tragic conscience of his condition and keeps the picture together whenever he is on the screen. If only for him, you can look at this Fassenden product.