Over the fog-shrouded moors comes the somber muffled tone of a distant church bell, ringing out the witching hour. Closer at hand, we can hear the creaking of the gallows as something swings at the end of a rope. Someone’s coming to harvest what’s there, and use it to do the bad kind of science. We’re still deep in the October country, and today we’re sitting down to watch the other foundational Universal film, the birthplace of multiple legends: Frankenstein! Continue reading
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