Despite its status as a horror classic, James Whale's 1931 adaptation of the Mary Shelley book was a massive disappointment for me. Although the film is technically very efficient for a 1931 movie, this so-called "horror" film simply refuses to be scary in any way whatsoever; there's no tension and no haunting music to build any tension. However, the biggest problem for me here is the lack of character development; the fact that I barely know a thing about any of the characters means that come the end of the movie I don't really care about Doctor Frankenstein (played by Colin Clive), I'm not really interested in the feelings of the villagers (the death of the young girl barely moved me), and I'm just not sure how I feel about the monster (played by the legendary Boris Karloff). Should it be sadness at his final situation? Joy? Relief? Horror? Well, it's actually none of these as I'm left feeling rather empty.
Sorry, but it's a... 1 out 5.