How many Frankenstein features have been released over the last 90-plus years? Several dozen. And how long have I been on a “no more Frankenstein flicks” diet? At least three decades, or since the release of Kenneth Branagh‘s Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in 1994. I’ve never seen it, and I never will.
No offense to the great Guillermo del Toro, but there was never the slightest chance in hell of my not ducking his version, which screened yesterday (Saturday, 8.30) at the Venice Film Festival.
The diet was inspired by the 1973 double whammy of Paul Morrisey‘s Flesh for Frankenstein and Frankenstein:The True Story, a British made-for-TV flick with poor Michael Sarrazin (5.22.40 – 4.17.11) as the creature. Actually the Morrisey, a black comedy, isn’t that difficult to watch.