Frankenstein (1931)
I haven’t dedicated all of October to horror movies, but I can squeeze a few in here at the end of the month and there is hardly anywhere better to start with this classic beyond classics. This really feels like where many things started. Mad scientist, gothic scenery, mob with pitchforks and torches. It has it all. But a lot of it hinges on Boris Karloff who made the monster both scary and sweet. The ending is not a moment of triumph of finally getting the monster, but one of sadness and horror of what Frankenstein has done to beings that didn’t have a choice. Everyone says that Bride of Frankenstein is actually the better film, so I am looking forward to that.
Rating: 3.5