FRANKENSTEIN (1931)
Article #46 by Dave Sindelar
Viewing date: 5-1-2001
Posting date: 9-14-2001

Once again, I’ll dispense with a plot description. I’m also tempted to dispense with commentary, as this is one of those movies that has been talked about so often, I doubt that I will have anything new to add. It was the movie that brought Boris Karloff to light after years of obscurity, and the first of James Whale’s horror movies, the ones for which he is most remembered today.

Unlike DRACULA, this movie has never put me to sleep; in fact, I’m always a bit surprised at how well it grabs and holds my attention. The great acting and the wonderful sets are just two of the reasons I love the film; there are many more.

I do want to take a moment to point out something I noticed for the first time the last time I watched this movie; at one point, Dwight Frye, when climbing the steps, stops long enough to pull up a sock that has fallen down. I can’t tell you how much such little, inexplicable moments like this delight me.