Frankenstein (2025)

Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein isn’t just another retelling—it’s a sumptuous, haunting reverie that breathes new life into Mary Shelley’s immortal tale. From the first frame, you’re enveloped in a world steeped in gothic splendor, where every shadow and flicker of candlelight feels meticulously crafted. Jacob Elordi’s portrayal of the creature is both mesmerizing and deeply moving, grounding the film’s visual grandeur in raw, aching humanity. If you’re drawn to stories that blend beauty and darkness, and appreciate a director who finds poetry in the monstrous, this epic adaptation is an experience you shouldn’t miss. While its brooding tone may not suit every taste, those willing to surrender to its lavish melancholy will find themselves richly rewarded.

Frankenstein (2025) aims for a grand, modern retelling of the classic tale, but ends up feeling more like a lavish exercise in style over substance. If you’re hoping for the brooding nuance or poetic tension that made previous adaptations memorable, you’ll likely find this version disappointingly flat: the creature is rendered so human that much of the original tragedy and ambiguity is lost. The film’s glossy production can’t disguise its lack of originality or emotional depth, and the characters, unfortunately, don’t have enough spark to keep things interesting. If you crave fresh takes or complex themes in your horror dramas, you’d be wise to temper your expectations—or perhaps look elsewhere. That said, admirers of visually rich but straightforward storytelling may still find something to enjoy here.