After countless cinematic, television, and theatrical iterations, there was no discernible need for a new Frankenstein.

And yet Guillermo Del Toro more than justifies another adaptation of Mary Shelley’s 1818 classic with his gargantuan, grotesque, and grief-stricken opus.

A tortured saga of fathers and sons, hubris and humility, and enslavement and free will, the Oscar-winning filmmaker’s horror epic is as visually opulent as it is emotionally rich, a nightmare drenched in fury and sorrow. With an excellent Oscar Isaac as the fanatical doctor and an outstanding Jacob Elordi as his unholy handiwork, it’s a reimagining—screening at the Toronto International Film Festival—that’s thrillingly, monstrously alive.

Generally hewing to its source material while putting particular, heartfelt f

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