I like the idea of Frankenstein’s monster still alive — or “alive” — two centuries later, because he could be, right? (Barring accidents, that is.) But where did all these other creatures and monsters come from?
Oh, it’s from the Underworld people. This does not bode well.
I guess it’s good to know that this will be ending tonight.
“I’m a monster.” “You’ll only be a monster if you behave like one.” Really? Cuz, you know, he is actually a monster.
Is it cliché to say “Frankenstein was the Doctor, not the monster”?
Or do we just have to accept that the monster took his father’s name in the unrelenting tide of stupidity?
Apparently he calls himself Adam Frankenstein, which would at least make Mary Shelley a little bit happy.
Adam? Really?
Is it considered symbolism if it’s that obvious?
You’ll have to take that up with Shelly, Adam is the monster’s name in the book. Taking on the family name makes sense; he is his father’s “son”.
Huh. I had to check this in the IMDB. I know Daniel Radcliffe was playing Igor in an upcoming Frankenstein movie, but this isn’t it. Whew.
This looks so bad. Not Ultraviolet bad, or Uwe Boll bad, but certainly Solomon Kane bad.
Say what you will about Ultraviolet, but it had some absolutely fantastic art design. It was visually stunning, and it did have that one insane rooftop shootout where the camera kept zooming in through the reflections in the bullets and the sunglasses. I have to give them props for even attempting something that bonkers.
“I, Frankenstein.” Isaac Asimov wrote his robot stories as a rebuttal to the Frankenstein myth of science gone awry, and now we have “I, Frankenstein.” Then again, this movie doesn’t seem to follow that pattern either, as the monster is the good guy… I’m confused.
There is a deep and shameful part of me that loves this kind of movie. The more ridiculous it is, the more I enjoy it. For me, a movie can be as silly as it wants to be, as long as it does it on purpose. Although, with the ultra pretentious title, I’m a little worried this one isn’t self-aware enough to be really enjoyable.
I think “from the makers of Underworld” tells us that it absolutely will not be.
“We’ve done sexy brooding vampires… we’ve done sexy brooding werewolves… we’ve done sexy brooding zombies… what’s left?”
(The answer, of course, is sexy brooding mummies. Anne Rice got there first.)
What’s he fighting? Who is he fighting? Who are all these monsters? Will they ever be in focus long enough for us to find out? If we do find out, is there any possibility that we will care?
Y’know, that last Devil May Cry game from Ninja Theory looks pretty fun. Definitely more fun than this third person action game in movie form.