Frankly, I was disappointed ;-)
It's cinematically lustrous and the first 20 minutes are awesome, but the shine wears off really quickly after that.
Jacob Elordi and Mia Goth are barely skin deep here. Juilliard's Oscar Isaac is a phenomenal actor, but wholly miscast. And Christoph Waltz's character isn't interesting enough to carry everyone else's two whole hours of comings and goings.
I found myself quite bored.
An uninspired, superficial interpretation—all hat and no cattle.
Frankenstein's one redeeming character? David Bradley's blind man, of all people! Why, I could have spent half-a-day listening to him teach, encourage, elucidate. He was kind, wise, and—though blind—the one character who most clearly saw how to captivate one’s attention in the way everyone in so classic a tale should have been afforded.
Don't get me wrong: I adore Guillermo del Toro, but nothing he's done since has rivaled The Devil’s Backbone or Pan’s Labyrinth. Both are magical, ethereal, and otherworldly.
He's gonna have to jump high (or get out of his own way) to clear those fairy tale bars again in this lifetime.
Nevertheless, I shall keep the faith!
