Improves as it goes
This is that rarity - a film that actually improves as it moves along. The first half is a rushed mess, kind of a crazy montage in the style of Coppola’s Dracula but with nobody to really sympathise with and none of the hallucinogenic visual invention of that film. This culminates in Frankenstein’s inexplicable shift from elation at his successful resurrection to instantly regretting the experiment.
However, once De Niro properly appears as the monster and we spend time with him, it settles down and becomes an engaging story, moving from sadness to utter horror. It also manages the unique achievement of making the monster sympathetic even after he has murdered Frankenstein’s family, including women and children, and his choice to burn alongside his ‘father’ is deeply moving.
If only the first half was less ambitious and perhaps started with Frankenstein at medical school without trying to cover his life story. Branagh’s a good actor when he plays it small, here he’s prancing around like he’s in an opera, and all this possibly explains why audiences have struggled to connect with the film.
Those who stick with it are in for a treat, however, and it looks like a small cult following has emerged more recently.