Watched: 10/30/2024
Format: BluRay
Viewing: Unknown
Director: James Whale
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Every year for Halloween, I try to watch Frankenstein (1931). I like all of the Universal Monsters main films, but Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein are the ones that resonate most with me. Dracula feels like it's still trying to sort out how to make a talkie, even when it has moments of great beauty and imagination. But something about the staging of Frankenstein in the bizarre, clearly artificial sets with skies painted on backdrops (where you can see folds and bunching) and sound that does sound as if it was recorded from a room mic sometimes... Pair that with Clive's unhinged performance as the doctor, Karloff's iconic monster, and Dwight Frye's super weirdo, Fritz... and it's a dream captured on film.
Go look at the sets - the tower laboratory is a thing of beauty. Castle Frankenstein's interiors. The costuming. A whole German village (you will see the same set 10,000x in Universal movies for years to come).
I remember speaking with a high school English teacher years ago at a party, and she was bummed because she had to teach the novel of Frankenstein, finding it odd and unrelatable. And I just laughed. "What teenager doesn't feel like they've been forced into existence, and isn't mad at their parents for not understanding them?" or, in the case of both book and movie - outright rejecting them?
For a film running a scant 70 minutes, the film contains comedy, pathos, existential dread, horror, and everything you could want in a film. Father/son tension, contempt for local politicians, condemnation of stodgy institutions, bioelectric galvanism...
And, yes... the amazing make-up of Jack Pierce. Who knew that almost 100 years later we'd still have a singular image in mind when someone says the word "Frankenstein".
I've seen the movie far too many times to find it chilling - but there was a time early on seeing it that the strange atmosphere, the silence punctuated with shouting, electrical jolts, and strange voices hit me. And, of course, Karloff's uncanny portrayal against Clive's mania had it's own effect. I get how people in 1931 might have seen this otherworldly presentation and lost their minds.
To me, in many ways, this is Halloween. The weird, funny, dark, bizarre story is a match for how I feel about the holiday.
Anyway, a re-watch of ol' Frankie always pays off. And - remarkably, the next two films starring Karloff as the monsters are classics as well. Recommended.
Here's a podcast about some Frankenstein films from a few years back.