Frankenstein's Monster's Monster, Frankenstein (2019)

Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein is a gloriously odd little comedy that plays like a lost VHS artifact you can’t believe exists, then keeps getting funnier the longer you stare at it. David Harbour leans into the madness with a straight-faced commitment that makes the faux-documentary tone feel both lovingly crafted and deliciously unhinged, like Documentary Now! filtered through late-night sketch sensibilities. The humor is proudly absurd and delightfully theatrical, finding laughs in awkward sincerity, overblown artistry, and the kind of showbiz vanity that curdles into something strangely endearing. If you prefer your comedy grounded and conventional, this may be too kooky for your taste—but if you’re open to a unique, hilarious experiment, it’s a quick, entertaining ride that rewards anyone who enjoys comedy that dares to be weird.

Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein is trying to be a deliberately oddball mockumentary, poking fun at theatrical ego and family baggage through David Harbour’s deadpan commitment. The problem is it often feels more like an extended inside joke than a fully formed story—short, disjointed, and occasionally confusing in a way that can make the comedy feel hit-or-miss. If you don’t enjoy niche, meta humor or mockumentary awkwardness, you’ll likely wonder what the point was before it’s even over. Still, Harbour sells the bit, and if you’re in the mood for something weird, quick, and theatrical rather than laugh-out-loud, it might be a tolerable curiosity.