They give characters 10 seconds of screen time when we're supposed to feel bad that they die? We're supposed not to laugh when Robert DeNiro is sliding around in amniotic fluid with a comedy-film-inspired editing? Please.
Holy crap this movie is bad, so bad it almost goes into "so bad it's good" territory. It purports to be a faithful account to Shelly's novel, but I don't recall a scene in the novel where Frankenstein creates a bride for the monster, only to have her set herself on fire and cause a mansion to explode. Robert De Niro is woefully miscast. Branagh's scenery chewing sinks this ship of potential.
Here we are again (with a needless authorial prefix for questionable clarification); this time with the usual stew over-cooked in hyperbolic music and frantic editing. The oft-told story - almost a recantation by this point in time - drowns in its own blood. Hammer did it so much better - and at a fraction of the cost.
(Generous) 5 - Neither as good as I had hoped nor as bad as it could have been. The costuming and set design are both uniformly excellent, and the acting is generally good, but the whole thing feels extremely disjointed, like a condensed 5-hour miniseries. The worst thing about it is the horrendously-used score, that barely ever lets up. I also disliked the camerawork and the artistic license it takes with the novel.
Rather tame adaption of the novel. The acting is not very convincing to put it mild and the score give this film a very sugary foundation. At least the design, makeup and Robert de Niro gave me enough to enjoy it mildly.