At last, a film that resolves the vexed question of what to call the monster created by Frankenstein. It suggests that the monster would likely consider Victor Frankenstein, as the one who gave him life, to be his father and refer to him as such. It would then follow the monster can be considered to be an adoptive member of the Frankenstein family. Therefore, it’s entirely correct to call him Frankenstein. Even the phrase “Don’t go in there or a Frankenstein will get you” is nominally correct. Brilliant. It’s as clever as the remarkable “there were only nine years in the first decade” solution to dispute over what year the twentieth century ended on.
Apart from this flash of creative genius, the film was an amusing pastiche marred by hopeless pacing and inadequate dialogue. But the opening sequence was very fine. CGI effects look much better in black and white, and it was a shame they didn’t stay with that for the rest of it.