I've seen this movie countless times over the whole course of my life, and still it continues to astound me. On every viewing, I can peel back another handful of its infinite mysteries; another smattering of truth reveals itself. Bride may be a monster movie and a sly queer allegory and a wellspring of cartoon parody, but it's not just those things. No, it's also a tight bundle of emotions, ideas, and images that plays around in a genre sandbox while mordantly commenting on nearly every aspect of human existence. Birth, death, sex, marriage, loneliness: nothing is absent from this story. Frankly, rewatching it makes me shocked that it ever got made—not only in the 1930s, but ever. Perhaps the…

Thrumming with an eerie, vibrant electricity, life itself is perverse, unnecessary, excessive, born from needs themselves born from depths unfathomed, from want, from desire, without division or judgement rendered. To be full of these needs inexpressible, damned to endure them alone, is to live wracked with horrors unspoken, in self-hurt or a prideful withdrawal from the ways of the living, viewing them as if from afar, going about their days and their nights, their sleep and their wakefulness, never knowing how it could be thus, out of determined order, yet existing just the same, betwixt life under the reign of the sun and the coolness and permanency of the grave, belonging to neither, longing for both. To eat, to drink,…

Count your blessings the child I once was isn't reviewing James Whale's film for it would have had a whole different outcome! Back then when I hadn't a clue as to what made a film great I was distraught over the fact they had blasphemously turned this behemoth of a monster into an all too relatable and loveable character! A giant with a big heart if you will! One that could squeeze a tear from even the most jaded cinephile! I'd have been whining at the screen "that's NOT a monster movie" instead of the more appropriate vernacular "WTF" that I would have used today!

I would have pointed out the big deal that they had made over Frankenstein receiving…

“It’s a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters.”

Bride of Frankenstein has REALLY clicked with me over the past few years... I’ve always loved it and knew it was a better made film compared to its (brilliant) predecessor, but I’ve fallen in love with just how morbid some of the humor is, with Dr. Pretorius whimsically joking about the validity of both life and death, the incredible set design, great camera work, etc. There’s some fucked up morality at play here as well:

“Do you know who Henry Frankenstein is? And who you are?”

“Yes I know. Made me from dead. I love Dead... hate living” 

Yeah I can relate to that.

I used…

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Don’t we all. It’s okay frankenstein’s monster we all are trying to find that special one just like ourselves. So you’re no different than a regular person just don’t use a dating app haha. 

my apologies for the next few days guys if i don’t put up any reviews. I had to go to the hospital last night and may be there on and off the rest of the week ugh. My iron levels have dropped very low so I got to do a bunch of tests. If it was up to me I wouldn’t do it but they said I was not to far off from being anemic if I didn’t get my checkups…

This sequel to the 1931 film Frankenstein exemplifies the activities of imagination more than the solitary tone of frightfulness, which its predecessor effectively accomplished, and allowed director James Whale to adopt a supplementary vitality and satirical cognition to its production. 

Opening with Elsa Lanchester’s portrayal of Mary Shelley, the English author who wrote the novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, announcing, while in the company of her husband and Lord Byron, that she has more of the story to tell before it commences with the events which culminated in the earlier movie. Ernest Thesiger as insane scientist doctor Septimus Pretorius is a marvellous addition to the cast as he sets about assembling the monster a bride, who's played by Lanchester…

DRINK! SMOKE! ARSE! GIRLS!

Yes, the monster learns to speak in this one but that's not the only innovation from the 1931 original. There's a full score, the set designs are more lavish, the camera work more assured and some of the effects are mind-blowing, literally. The bizarre scene of Pretorius's early experiments, the miniaturized people in jars, is brilliantly realized in terms of visual effects. On the other hand, it's also a lot goofier and just doesn't have as many iconic moments. It's also kinda presumptuous to have Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley herself (they got her name right this time) telling her gathered audience of husband Percy (who she strangely refers to as 'Shelley' - so much for marital intimacy!)…