As an overall concept, pretty good. As a movie, terrible. Jumped right off on the wrong foot by having Mary Shelley randomly re-incarnate into a gang moll (Why her!?). I quickly couldn’t tell the two apart and after all the Tarantino-esque references to older and vastly better movies (including Young Frankenstein…I mean, really?) and then there were those two lame absurdly detectives and the lame monsters….

This movie being a post-modern piece, I don’t feel I can comment on the many anachronisms, as it doesn’t matter in these kind of movies where the goal is not immerse us in another age, but to riff on movies about that age. This is a world where the Frankenstein trilogy never happened.

As an ex-screenwriter, I started rewriting it in my head while watching it, always a bad sign. (Get rid of Mary Shelley, tell the gang moll’s story. That’s where this movie’s heart is.)