‘I, Frankenstein’: NOT the Worst Movie Ever
Critics find Stuart Beattie’s picture robbing a host of distinguished corpses: filching from older Frankenstein movies, from The Highlander and Blade (monsters marshaled against humans), from The Matrix (the dark suits worn by the film’s army of demons), from the Underworld horror-fantasy series (same interspecies battle of spectral antagonists in a modern city), from director-cowriter Beattie’s previous film, Tomorrow, When the War Began (same visual style plus much of the crew) and, just enough to be annoying, from Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s 1818 source novel. Is that eight yet? Roger Moore of the McClatchy-Tribune news service, disses the movie for “beams of Rapture light straight out of This is the End” — a movie that came out last summer, but which was shot months after the early-2012 filming of this monster movie. It opened last night with no press screening, another omen of critical lifelessness. Reviewers aren’t crazy about seeing a film at midnight and writing till dawn.
Sorry to break the mood, but I, Corliss, didn’t at all mind I, Frankenstein. Based on a graphic novel by co-scripter Kevin Grevioux, this dead-serious, or at least deadpan, sequel places Victor Frankenstein’s creature (Aaron Eckhart) in modern-day London, in a world where seraphic and demonic forces fight for supremacy of the Earth and freedom or slavery for the humans who hardly ever show up. Ambitious of vision and swooping of camera, I, Frankenstein is no I, Robot, let alone I, Claudius, but it’s definitely watchable on a cold Jan. evening or, a few months from now, on your I, Pad.