Product Description

Kenneth Branagh, Robert De Niro, Helena Bonham Carter. The terrifying story of Frankenstein's monster is given a modern twist in Branagh's lush adaptation. 1994/color/123 min/R.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #25974 in DVD
• Brand: Son
• Released on: 2009-10-06
• Rating: R (Restricted)
• Aspect ratio: 1.85:1
• Number of discs: 1
• Formats: AC-3, Color, Dolby, Dubbed, Subtitled, Widescreen
• Original language: English
• Subtitled in: Chinese, English, French, Korean, Spanish
• Dubbed in: French
• Dimensions: 1.20 pounds
• Running time: 123 minutes

Amazon.com
Let's be honest: this should be titled Wretched Excess' Frankenstein. Swooping, wild, bloody, and energetic, this is bad moviemaking from the best, which makes it all the more lovable. Kenneth Branagh plays Victor Frankenstein, a man so obsessed with conquering death that he decides to create life. What he gets, after a protoplasmic mud wrestle, is a Mean Streets monster (Robert De Niro) that isn't particularly happy to be back from the dead or thrilled about all the stitches. Helena Bonham Carter may, at several points in this film, actually be channeling Ramtha. The supporting cast couldn't be peopled with better performers (Tom Hulce, John Cleese, Ian Holm) but they all look like they're ringside at some Ultimate Fighting competition. A must for any midnight movie collector for the shock factor alone. A hoot. --Keith Simanton

From The New Yorker
Kenneth Branagh as the young doctor with the big idea, Helena Bonham Carter as the love of his life, and Robert De Niro as the disgruntled creature who comes between them. Branagh, who also directed and co-produced, has transformed Shelley's cautionary tale into a restless farrago: schlock without horror. There are some potent sights here, like the bare-fleshed Frankenstein wrestling with his new creation, but the power is frittered away by a camera that refuses to calm down, and by performances that strain beyond earnestness without ever touching the heights of camp. (De Niro is more scarred than Boris Karloff, but also more sentimental.) The film won't let you have a good, messy time; it has more important things on its mind. -Anthony Lane
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