
I was recently reminded that I’m supposed to be counting down my top ten favorite horror films. I’m pleased to announce that — after five months (really?) — I’m halfway done! Or I will be, at least, once I’m done with this entry. At number five on the slowest countdown in the history of countdowns is Bride of Frankenstein (1935), James Wale’s seminal Universal monster flick. As it should be, really; it’s tremendous, and it’s the perfect hallmark of everything an old school horror film should be.
Seriously, everything I love about the old Universal horror films can be found within this movie. Well, everything except Bela Lugosi — but he’s in the next two sequels! You’ve got monsters, you’ve got brides of monsters, you’ve got sets with a vaguely expressionistic this-is-something-straight-out-of-a-nightmare feel, you’ve got tombstones that are grossly mis-sized and misshapen, you’ve got tragedy, you’ve got awful special effects, you’ve got wonderful special effects, you’ve got mad scientists, you’ve got Karloff, you’ve got — you’ve got everything, okay? I feel like I can just leave it at that.
Above all else, you’ve got phenomenal acting. Boris Karloff is fantastic. This is the first film in which The Monster gets to speak — he won’t do the Frankenwalk until Ghost of Frankenstein, though — and it adds so much dimension to the character. So much sorrow, and heart, and life. There’s sadness there in the first film, don’t get me wrong, but it’s really brought to the front in this picture. It really gets into your head. It’s a brilliant metaphor for the way we as a society do, and have always, based our opinions on others by way of their outward appearance. It’s a performance that any film fan (film, not just horror) should see at least once. And Karloff’s performance isn’t even my favorite.
Watch this film for Ernest Thesiger. He plays Doctor Pretorious, the flick’s primary antagonist. He’s certainly not cinema’s first mad scientist — he’s not even the first in this series — but he’s one of its absolute finest. He’s so… casual in his approach. So subtle. His performance stands the test of time — and it comes from an era whose performances mostly don’t. It manages to make you suspend your disbelief almost a century after the fact. It’s lovely. He’s possibly the most chill villain in cinema history. Just hanging out in tombs and building little people and whatnot. I love me some Doctor Pretorious.
If you’re looking to get into classic horror, you’ll find no film finer than Bride of Frankenstein. It’s amazing!