Every well-read reader has at least one book that they feel that they should have read. Every movie fan has that one movie that they don’t like to admit that they have never seen.
I actually have more than one. In one case, the two are somewhat related. I have never read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I have never seen “the scariest comedy” Young Frankenstein.
Making a spur-of-the-moment decision this evening, my husband and I traveled to the other side of the city to see the National Theatre Live’s production of Frankenstein, the sold out, award-winning, Danny Boyle directed play from last year starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonnie Lee Miller switching roles of The Monster and Dr. Frankenstein nightly. Cumberbatch and Miller won the Olivier Award for best acting for their shared roles.
From the beginning, the play gets your attention showing how lonely and difficult life is for the Monster as he struggles to figure out how to sit, stand, walk and balance. He marvels at the warm sun, the feeling of a rainstorm, the taste and feel of grass. His innocent mind takes in everything, but he learns quickly, including how cruel man can be.
I never realized what difficult themes Frankenstein deals with: science, faith, abandonment, love, individual and cultural cruelty, vengeance and obsession, the responsibility of the creator and the freedom and rights of the created. This play addresses them all but provides no easy answers, just questions. If the movie theatre wasn’t nearly an hour away, I would go see the showing tomorrow (with Cumberbatch and Miller in the opposite roles). This is broadcast in the US through Fathom Events, exclusively on Jun 6 & 7; check for a theatre near you.
Here is a trailer for the play:
I think that I need to read Shelly’s book and correct the error of my ways in not reading it previously. As for the Mel Brooks’ classic, Young Frankenstein, that’s entirely different, but, still, it should be in my Netflix queue, shouldn’t it?