Son of Frankenstein

Son of FrankensteinSon of Frankenstein (1939) is the third in a series of 42 (gasp!) movies about Frankenstein and that “experiment gone wrong” ideology of his. In SoF, Baron Wolf von Frankenstein is not only the legitimate son of Henry Frankenstein, but has a kick ass first name as well. (Baron is the title, Wolf is the kick ass part.)

Returning to the village of Frankenstein (the family is so rich, they own you, man), Wolf, the wife and their kid return to move into the castle where dad f’d up and created a man out of dead human accessories, culminating in the villagers going medieval on his ass. Now the same villagers are gooned out that Wolf might be picking up right where his dad left off, which is bringing the dead back to life. (Some people get so uptight about such things.)

Son of FrankensteinSort of like the Triple AAA™ of monsters, Son of F does just that, while drawing the suspicions of the one-armed Inspector Krogh, who as a child lost said appendage to the Monster. (They never showed it in the original movie. That just ticks me off sideways.)

Son of FrankensteinYgor, the broken-necked assistant, who has never brushed or flossed his teeth once in his entire life, wants B-Wolf to bring his comatose monster buddy back to life so he can send the creature out to kill the remaining jury who hung him/rearranged his neck bones in the first place.

Son of FrankensteinWolf seems obsessed with making the Monster get up and do stuff. The Inspector, who provides some unintentionally comedic moments (sticking darts in his wooden arm to hold them until he’s ready to throw down) stays close by so as to bust any/everyone. Amazing dialogue throughout: “I shot him to death…with my gun. There – what are you going to do about it?”

Even though the thrill of the Monster has worn off (how many times are you jazzed about seeing a monkey at the zoo?), it’s rare that a Frankenstein movie ends on a happy note. But Son of Frankenstein makes you all fuzzy warm and filled with civic pride.

God bless Frankenstein, humanitarian.

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