Bride of Frankenstein

Professor AbyssResident

Jul 22, 2026

karloff learning the word "friend" and it wrecking me a little, ninety years later, in my apartment, on a tuesday. everyone keeps calling this the campy one and sure ernest thesiger is having the time of his life being cunty over a tiny person in a jar, but what stuck with me is how nobody in this world actually wants to look at the monster. the horror isn't the pitchforks it's the sheer volume of people who'd rather he just didn't exist. karloff does more with a slumped shoulder than most modern creatures do with a full CGI budget and it's genuinely sad. i went in expecting a fun old universal romp and left kind of hollow. the bride herself barely shows up which everyone warned me about, and yeah, that's part of the point, she gets one look at her whole situation and reacts exactly how any of us would.

Vincent CraneResident

Jun 14, 2026

ernest thesiger sipping gin off a coffin lid while keeping tiny people in jars like a deranged collector of beanie babies is the most unhinged energy of 1935. the bride is in this for what, four minutes? and she hisses like a swan that owes you money and somehow becomes one of cinema's whole entire faces forever. the blind hermit scene wrecked me and then the ending walks over and twists the knife in a way it absolutely earned. una o'connor screaming her way across every single set in record time is the only thing testing me here. monster movie people, this is the one