I, Frankenstein (2014)
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Popcorn entertainment. If you don't look too hard and nitpick too much, it's fun to watch. People saying it's the worst movie ever are luckier than me I guess because I've seen worse.
From the same mind who gave us Underworld, and seemingly (though not actually) in the same universe as Van Helsing, I, Frankenstein is another of those high-octane classic monster mash-ups dripping with CG that I've come to - loathe would be giving the subgenre too much credit - be bored by. While I don't dislike the third act finale (silly plot and all), the premise isn't so much bonkers as it is random. Essentially, there's a hidden war between Demons and angelic Gargoyles, and Frankenstein's Monster is an unwilling agent of the latter, against the former who want to replicate Frankenstein's experiments to create an army of soulless bodies they can possess. Tonally, this should be fun, but the movie takes itself too seriously, with nary a joke in its 90-minute run time. The first act is all exposition, a massive, stinky info-dump, dragging so long, you've lost interest before ever getting to the good parts. There's really no reason a movie with Yvonne Strahovski (not allowed to kick ass?! why did you cast her?!) and Bill Nighy should be this dull. But no, she's there to receive a recap of the info-dump at the mid-point of the film (sigh), and he spends half his time in the kind of mask that was already hokey on Buffy and with his silky voice distorted. There are clever bits in here, but they're not stressed properly, lost in the video game flow of extended fighting.
A big pile of bollocks. Avoid.
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