universal was the king of horror movies in the 30s and 40s and there was nothing more brilliant than james whale's classic about a man who plays god, succeeds, and fails miserably. there is a marriage in tow, an abandoned windmill, a drowned child, stolen organs, and the most influential angry mob film has ever seen, all wrapped up in paranoic nightmares and fantasies. although the iconic monster has become the stuff of camp and laughs, the original embodiment by boris karloff is almost pathetic, a creature you want desperately to find its way, and at the end as the fire blazes, you wonder if there was ever a chance at all.
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