One Paragraph Movie Review: The Bride of Frankenstein

Sixty-second film: The Bride Of Frankenstein (yes yes, the bride of Frankenstein’s monster, give yourself a medal, champ).
Okay, this movie looks incredible. It’s all sideways-underneath-lighting, rule-of-thirds, dry-ice dramatics and it WORKS. It’s… look, it’s a weird mix of melodaramatic horror and humour, which is as clunky as two neck bolts, but if I had the sound turned down I’d have loved the shit out of this. But oh GOD the luvvie-actor dramatic accents aren’t my cup of tea. It’s so veddy the-ear-tri-call, and I feel like I’m going to be clutching at imaginary pearls for the next half hour or so. Still. 1935, do you KNOW what I MEAN, darling (screams, bites fist, faints). Two gravity-defying grey hair-squiggles out of five.