Title – I, Frankenstein (2014)
Director – Stuart Beattie (Tomorrow, When the War Began)
Cast – Aaron Eckhart, Yvonne Strahovski, Miranda Otto, Jai Courtney, Bill Nighy, Caitlin Stasey
Plot – Victor Frankenstein’s monstrous creation now known as Adam (Eckhart) is drawn into a war between gargoyles led by the kindly Leonore (Otto) and the demon prince Naberius (Nighy).
“I am a demon prince, kneel before me!”
Review by Eddie on 7/08/2014
We are often asked in our life if we want the good news or the bad news first and more often than not the hearing of good news would be the more sort after option. Taking that into consideration it is only fair that we start off this review of Stuart Beattie’s Gothic fantasy I, Frankenstein with the good news, which it must be said is in extremely short supply. The good news here is that this movie wastes no time in getting started, like the script has had a direct drip injection of Red Bull. Within the first 10 minutes there is talk of Satan and his nasty little demons, gargoyles, there is bad CGI fighting and it’s been decided that Victor Frankenstein’s non-human creation should now be called, Adam (I mean really, Adam?). The other good news is that this cheap looking film was filmed right here in Australia’s backyard in Melbourne, so hopefully the local economy got a little boost. Now onto the bad news, which unlike the good is in steady, full flowing supply.
Watching I, Frankenstein makes you question just how on earth this movie was even made, my only answer is someone must’ve done a mighty good pitch job to studio executives convincing them that audiences were just frothing at the mouth in anticipation of seeing Aaron Eckhart deliver the years worst gruff voiced performance, badly animated gargoyles battle endlessly with even worse looking demons and a script over burdened with horrendous dialogue. The bad news is that really most elements of Australia’s very own Stuart Beattie’s (following up from his equally shocking Tomorrow, When the War Began) film are beyond a joke.
While not familiar with the source material of I, Frankenstein, I would take a leap of faith and declare that the graphic novel would surely have a better handle on dialogue and story exposition than Beattie and the novel’s writer Kevin Grevioux have come up with on screen. What should be a bad taste guilty pleasure journey, filled with wit and charm is instead bludgeoned over the head by Adam’s demon slaying sticks with downright laughable acting, a cheap and nasty production design and a screenplay taking the whole affair far too seriously. Where is the fun to be found in a story so ridiculous and plot hole ridden (where may I ask are the citizens of the city where this story takes place?) that it could be written by a 10 year old boy? Sadly the fun is not here.
Arguably the worst thing about I, Frankenstein (bar the wasting of it’s well known cast who would all probably wish to have this film erased from their CV and sent straight to the bad film underworld) is that there are tiny glimmers of what just could have been, small moments of thrills or heart that suggest there was a film to be made from this material. Despite these faint showcases there is no real doubting that I, Frankenstein is one the years worst films. Another one for the bad news tally then.
1 stony demon slaying gargoyle out of 5