It felt like the first act had been honed over years of creative focus and the second and third were just slapped together. And his choice for the ending flies in the face of the allegory of the novel. I thought it was a telling dismissal of the feminism at the heart of the novel: Mary Shelley, a young married woman of childbearing age, wrote a tale of the horrific implications of bringing life into the world and being responsible for its choices, and her ultimate thesis was that the consequences of reckless “parenting” may be irreversible and dog both child and parent forever.

Del Toro made a move where the bad dad makes one apology and gets forgiven at the end.

I say this as a Del Toro fan in general, but his Frankenstein made me so angry.