After watching Frankenstein and the Monster from Hell last week, I decided last night to watch the first of the Frankenstein films by Hammer, The Curse of Frankenstein.
The film was made in 1957, and stars a relatively young Peter Cushing. I say relatively young, because I’m not sure he ever actually was young. It’s hard to imagine, and I’m refraining from a simple web search for “young Peter Cushing” because really I don’t want to know. He really elevates this part, like he seems to have done in everything he was in. I found his performance in this film fairly complex. Threatening, weirdly naive about the way others might perceive what he’s doing, arrogant. He conveys a lot of qualities. One quality he does not convey is “I’m a nice guy.” Which is just fine.
The film follows a typical but altered Frankenstein story. No real surprises. While the makeup for the monster isn’t great, it is also less comical than the classic Boris Karloff style makeup. The Hammer films, if my viewings thus far are any indication (and I think they probably are) enjoy hitting the viewer with more gross-out moments than the classic Universal monster films did. Eyeballs being taken out of a jar. The hands of a great sculptor brought back to the Frankenstein estate, all pale and dead looking. Sawing through a skull to get at that precious precious brain. Hammer digs that, and so do I.
So, no spoilers here. I mean, I don’t want to slip up and tell my readers than Baron Frankenstein creates humanoid monster from the bodies of the dead. Not gonna ruin that for anyone.
Hammer made six Frankenstein movies, all with Cushing. I’m not including 1970’s Horror of Frankenstein, which was a parody and did not star Cushing. Pretending it doesn’t exist. So with two down, I only have four more to watch and I’ll have earned my PhD in Hammer Frankenteinology. My Uncle John, who loves this stuff, will be so proud!
Tonight I’ll watch the second of the films, The Revenge of Frankenstein. Looking forward to it!