Let's
be clear about one thing: Frankenstein is the man, not the monster. Although
films like the 1931 Frankenstein have
irreparably muddled the original story in the public imagination, Mary
Shelley's novel, way back in 1818, was about human vanity, the perils of
scientific progress, and spectacularly irresponsible paternity. Her protagonist
was the over-reaching scientist, the man who thought he could be God, and that
is why the novel bears his name. We forget much of this when we watch classic
films based on the story because the monster becomes the whole show, and the
movie monster is a far different creature from the one that Shelley imagined.
Despite its gross infidelity to its source material, director James Whale's Frankenstein has become a high point in
the history of horror, a watershed event on whose existence countless
subsequent films depend. If you want to understand the visual and thematic
vocabulary of classic horror, you have to start here.
The
film's version of the story owes much of its material to Peggy Webling's 1927
dramatic adaptation. We get Henry Frankenstein, not Victor, and the scene is
modern day. Henry (Colin Clive) wastes no time in getting his gruesome creation
up and lumbering, although his friends try very hard to talk him out of it.
Lovely Elizabeth (Mae Clarke) waits to marry him, even though Henry's best
friend (John Boles), who, oddly enough, is named Victor, clearly would be glad
to step in as the groom. Henry's mentor is Dr. Waldman, played with typical
gravitas by Edward Van Sloan; the good doctor tries to talk Henry out of the
experiment, but he seems reluctantly fascinated by the whole thing himself, so
his entreaties have little effect. Eventually, Boris Karloff's monster takes
over, and the rest of the picture belongs to him. The other characters are just
the grist for his mill, so to speak (it's a bad joke, and you'll get it once
you see the ending).
Given
these deviations from its source material, what is it about Frankenstein that makes the movie so
great? Whale's direction counts for a lot; he takes this whole enterprise
seriously in terms of art, and the scenes he creates get referenced and remade
in later films with justified reverence. Boris Karloff invests the monster with
tragic grandeur; there is pathos in his expression, and a terrible innocence in
the way that he flings little Maria to her death. How could he know better?
Newly born yet rejected by his creator, the monster's crimes have more to do
with a childlike ignorance of right and wrong than with the kind of brain that
rests inside his huge, bolted head. Dwight Frye makes his own horror icon with
cringing, sadistic Fritz, who will become the model for so many Igors after
him. It might have helped if they had stuck with the original ending and killed
off Henry; that climactic fall certainly looks fatal, and poetic justice
demands punishment for such hubris.
Over
time, these elements become the stuff of comedy and parody, but in 1931 it
isn't funny yet. In fact, the movie opens with a warning, delivered with just a
wry smirk by Edward Van Sloan, who lets the audience know what it's in for.
Looking back at Frankenstein as we
do, through the layers of sequels, spoofs, and revisions, such a warning hardly
seems necessary. Karloff's craggy, scarred face is as familiar to us as an old
friend, but what was it like to see him for the first time? There he is in the
film, backing through the door, the actor's name left a blank in the opening
credits, a mystery and a horror. When the heavy brow, the leaden eyes, and the
poor, patchwork features are revealed at last, we are meant to shudder with a
deep sense of dread. The dead thing lives, and man has usurped the very throne
of God. In the age of plastic surgery, we ought to understand that horror more.
Karloff
would return to the role of the monster in Bride
of Frankenstein (1935) and Son of
Frankenstein (1939), while Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney, Jr., and Glenn Strange
would take the character on in later classic films. Here's a bit of
mind-bending trivia along those lines: in Casino
Royale (1967) and The Horror of
Frankenstein (1970), the actor in the monster role would be David Prowse,
better known for playing that other monstrous walking corpse, the Dark Lord of
the Sith himself, Darth Vader. Don't think George Lucas saw the similarities?
Watch Whale's Frankenstein, and then
go watch the ending of Revenge of the
Sith (2005).
For
more from James Whale, see The Old Dark
House (1932) and The Invisible Man
(1933). Karloff also stars in The Mummy
(1932), The Black Cat (1934), and
several Mr. Wong films, although I especially like him in Val Lewton’s Bedlam (1946). Edward Van Sloan is best
remembered as Van Helsing in Dracula
(1931), a role he reprised in Dracula’s
Daughter (1936). Look for Colin Clive as Rochester in the 1934 adaptation
of Jane Eyre and in movies like Christopher Strong (1933) and Mad Love (1935). Clive’s death in 1937 cut
short his film career while he was still in his thirties.
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Great write-up! LOVE!
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Thanks! It was really on my mind after the Kid and I went to see FRANKENWEENIE this week. :)
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