SON OF FRANKENSTEIN (1939) is
Boris Karloff's
final movie as the Frankenstein Monster. It seems to take
place some years after THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN, as Henry Frankenstein
is now dead and his son, Wolf (of course), is a full grown man, and
soon to be full-fledged mad scientist. The film was not directed by the
great James Whale, who helmed the first two films, but by Rowland V.
Lee, who specialized in costumes dramas such as THE COUNT OF MONTE
CRISTO (1934) and THE THREE MUSKETEERS (1935). He doesn't have the
flair of Whale, but he does a serviceable job, and there is a
sufficient creepy atmosphere provided by the strange and shadowy
angular sets and the cast of bizarre characters.
Bela
Lugosi creates his
most memorable
character since Count Dracula in Ygor, the crazy, broken-necked body
snatcher who is nursing the Monster back to health. Lugosi often had a
bad habit of either chewing up the scenery or sleepwalking through his
films, but when handed a juicy part, which wasn't often enough,
he proved himself to be in the same league as Karloff at instilling
ghoulish characters with personality and dignity.
Karloff has little to do as
the Monster, as
for at least half of the film he is in a coma. His hair has grown back
and is a little too neatly trimmed and dyed a touch too dark, and he is
now sporting a horrible sheepskin poncho. The new look does not suit
him well, and this, plus the long delay in the movie before he is up
and about and smashing things, makes this a rather lesser film than its
illustrious predecessors. Karloff does have some magnificent moments,
such as when he sees himself in the mirror and is depressed at how ugly
he is compared to the handsome Wolf. Later, his agonized, gut wrenching
scream when he comes upon a dead friend is one of the series' most
heartbreaking scenes.
The soon to be ubiquitous
Lionel Atwill plays
Inspector Krogh, the constable with an artificial arm (which serves as
a handy place for holding your darts while playing a friendly game with
Wolf Frankenstein.) As he explains to Wolf, he lost his arm
after
a tussle with the Monster years ago, and adds with dramatic
understatement "One doesn't easily forget an arm torn out by its
roots." I imagine not.
Basil Rathbone, in one of his
last evil parts
before becoming the definitive screen Sherlock Holmes, works hard but
can hardly compete with the
weirdness of the rest of the fine cast. This is not meant to slight
Rathbone, but when you are pitted against an undead brute, a
broken-necked loon and a one armed inspector, it is hard to come off
as anything but a Zeppo.
The first two
Frankenstein films
concentrated on squeezing every bit of atmosphere, horror and comedy
out of each scene. SON OF FRANKENSTEIN is what it is: an
enjoyable, ultimately unsatisfactory movie made to cash in on the
success of the recent theatrical re-releases of DRACULA and
FRANKENSTEIN.
½ - JB