When the Bride of Frankenstein met the Frankenstein Monster, she was shocked and horrified. Her iconic scream was the scream of “DO NOT WANT!!!” This is actually quite sad because the time the Monster has spent with a blind man has taught him about kindness and companionship, and her rejection reaffirms his status as the monstrous Other. Given Jame Whale’s own sexuality, it’s hard to not read Bride of Frankenstein as an empathetic allegory about the demonization of the homosexual. And, if nothing else, the Bride’s one fabulously fierce diva. Simple logic dictates that I love that movie to pieces.
But if you put a movie on an altar of love and adoration, Hollywood’s going to feel morally obligated to remake it. And by remake it, I mean shit all over a perfectly good thing. Bride of Frankenstein‘s no exception to the Hollywood rule, so when I read the news on ComingSoon.net of an upcoming remake , I totally put on my Bride face like it was my Sunday best:
The Risky Biz Blog claims that Neil Burger, the director The Illusionist and The Lucky Ones, will be writing and directing. I haven’t seen either of these movies, but I’ve heard The Illusionist is really good, so I guess things could be far worse. Ehren Kruger could be tapped, so that’s something. But it’s not enough to stop me from being angry enough to shit diamonds.
I’ll inevitably get pissy about any remake that messes with a key film in the development of my movie taste, or any movie I just happen to really love, because virtually all of them end up being brainless, soulless exercises in corporate greed and Hollywood’s inability to put faith in (or even look for) original, intelligent material. The rare remake that does work, like John Carpenter’s The Thing or David Cronenberg’s The Fly, requires a truly original take on the material and a talented director. Without having seen any of his movies, I can only say this much about Neil Burger: