Eccentric scientist Victor Von Frankenstein creates a grotesque creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.
“You know this story….” is the opening line and indeed we do. After more than 30 films based on Mary Shelley’s book nobody can have escaped without knowing the story of the mad genius, the lightening bolt and the awful twitching of the stitched together body parts. So with no surprises in the storyline what else did this film have to offer? Impressive, if gloomy, CGI of Victorian London, Daniel Radcliffe as the deformed clown, Igor and Jessica Brown Findlay (Downton’s Sybil) as the token woman/love interest. Andrew Scott plays the detective hunting down Victor Frankenstein (McAvoy). Scott is better known for his role as Moriarty in Sherlock and there was a strange double take with him now playing a Victorian detective, had he morphed into Sherlock himself?
There was overacting galore and not even the saving grace of some humanity from the monster, he was just that. A monster.
“Two hearts, two hearts…” shouted Frankenstein in the final fight scene to remind Igor to stab the monster again. I’m afraid this film didn’t have one.