The Bride of Frankenstein

I was about 12 or 13 when I saw the original Frankenstein, and though I recall liking it a lot I haven’t seen it since then. My hazy memory recalls the moody sets and that lovely black and white photography that I associate so much with Universals horror movies from that time period. The sequel, 1935’s Bride of Frankenstein has grown in reputation to become even more well-regarded than the original, sometimes regarded as the greatest achievement of the Universal monster movies. That’s a lofty set of expectations to take into a movie, but by the end I found myself completely engrossed in what was happening.