Guillermo del Toro‘s Frankenstein is streaming on Netflix now, and one of the reasons I’m going to have to force myself to watch is because I hate movies set in snowy frigid environments, and particularly those in which middle-aged guys have dozens of tiny chunks of ice embedded in their beard.
I’ve known and loved Guillermo since ’95, and I never thought I’d say anything disparaging about one of his films. But I’m so damn sick of Frankenstein adaptations. He needs to make a small intimate film about a brilliant overweight rich guy who falls for a skinny, brainy blonde. Seriously — I would definitely watch that film.