Gods and Monsters
I watched this with Will and Joyce.
It has a strange conventional feel although a lot
of it isn't, sort of like a melancholy, aged Tim Burton.
I liked Ian McKellan esp when squinting.
Reminded me of my grandfather, such a sad
evocation of being at the edge of collapse.
Brendan Fraser seemed to waver
between being a generic hick hunk to a character that
hinted at depth and compassion.
He really isn't given all that much to work with
so we can't blame him.
Fraser is a frankenstein, Redgrave
is Igor, slightly contrived but tongue in cheek (an apt
description of Bride of Frankenstein).
Lynn Redgrave is terrific too as
Ends with a flat attempt at warmth,
and you realize just how little the two really
way the story is framed you're sort of expecting there
to be a connection, bt there isn't.
You wonder if it may have been better if the
movie concludes in Whale's mind, since so much of what
we see in the movie is Whale's splintered perceptions of
things (which is depicted rather conventional stream of
movie basically claims that two
sets of demons haunted Whale in his later life: his war
experiences and the frankenstein myth he re-created for
you buy the premise that his thoughts occupied such a
narrow range in his life, than it is easy to be
impressed by the connections Condon makes.
How in recreating Frankenstein he recreated his
lover in the trenches.
In Fraser, he rediscovers him merely in the
flesh, not caring for his soul.