Horror. #horror
I sometimes reference video games.
[slimy, gelatinous sounds]
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Bride of Frankenstein is more accurate to the novel than Frankenstein (1931), that is to say, barely, but The Monster experiences joy and compassion from a blind man and his music, grasps spoken language, and determines the need for companionship. Despite the film’s liberties, the impact and grief of loneliness and isolation is still present as an overarching theme.
“She hate me. Like others.”
The rejection of The Monster by the Bride is even more painful, for me at least,…
Members of audiences apparently fainted from Lon Chaney’s transformed, skeletal face reveal, but I was terrified of the Phantom’s uncanny valley mask.
Watched Killiam’s color-tinted, 79-minute version with an organ soundtrack by Gaylord Carter, whichever release that is. Some versions were lost to time, so…
What an honor and a privilege it is to watch this film in 2025, 100 years after its production.
After the initial switch, I thought, why would she leave herself, uncomfortable, uncovered, on the cold bathroom floor? Why wouldn’t she make herself comfortable, place herself in a soft bed, with a pillow and blankets, keep herself safe in the week that she’s dormant? Does she truly hate herself that much? And the answer is yes. That was the point.
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I should…be kinder to myself.