Sequel titles with "Son of" usually scream B(movie)ware, but BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN is a notable exception; in fact, considered superior to the classic original. Director James Whale brought the big stiff back to life four years after FRANKENSTEIN (1932) and put his all into a story in which "Till death us do part" is a wasted vow. The film adds a bit of humor and still manages to produce shivers. Karloff gets to do more than grunt and groan, and white streak-maned Elsa Lanchester is kinda hot as the monster's mate (in pre-Goth way), though I'm betting she'd be dead in bed.
BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN (1935)
Deadweds
Sequel titles with "Son of" usually scream B(movie)ware, but BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN is a notable exception; in fact, considered superior to the classic original. Director James Whale brought the big stiff back to life four years after FRANKENSTEIN (1932) and put his all into a story in which "Till death us do part" is a wasted vow. The film adds a bit of humor and still manages to produce shivers. Karloff gets to do more than grunt and groan, and white streak-maned Elsa Lanchester is kinda hot as the monster's mate (in pre-Goth way), though I'm betting she'd be dead in bed.
