Synopsis: On a stormy night in the early 19th century, Mary Shelley (Elsa Lanchester), her husband Percy Bysshe Shelley and their friend Lord Byron are discussing Mary’s just-completed novel Frankenstein. Lord Byron marvels that the ladylike Mary could have penned such a ghoulish tale. He eagerly describes the plot of the story, and we see a recap of the original film. Lord Byron concludes by wondering what might have taken place after the monster was destroyed in the burning windmill.
As the flames of the windmill fire begin to die down, the pitchfork-bearing mob disperses. But the father of the young girl who drowned in the first film remains. He refuses to accept that the monster is dead until he sees its charred bones, and he begins to pick through the ruins to find them. The floor of the windmill gives out from under him and he falls into a flooded chamber below. The monster (Boris Karloff) appears nearby, evidently having been saved by the water in this subfloor, and the enraged creature drowns the man. The creature climbs up out of the ruins to find the man’s wife searching for her husband, and the monster kills her as well.
As the creature wanders the countryside, Henry (Colin Clive) recuperates at home. He is sorry for what he has done, but still gets that crazy gleam in his eye when he talks about the god-like power he had briefly harnessed. One night he is visited by Dr. Pretorius (Ernest Thesiger), a “professor of philosophy” who was fired from Henry’s university “for knowing too much”.
Pretorius wishes to form an alliance with Henry in order to create a new race of artificially-created humans. Henry has the power to restore dead tissue to life, but Pretorius claims to have mastered an entirely different trick – he can create new life out of inert material. To demonstrate this he takes Henry to his home, where – in a very odd scene – he unveils a series of tiny people he has grown in glass jars.
Meanwhile, the public learns that the monster still lives. It is captured and hauled into the village, but it soon escapes, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Later it happens upon the cottage of a blind hermit, who befriends the creature, teaching it to speak a little, and to appreciate the finer things in life – namely, smoking and drinking. But a couple of townsfolk come looking for the monster, and in the course of the monster’s escape the cottage is burned down.
Pretorius wants Henry to use his knowledge of reanimating cadavers in tandem with his own knowledge of building new tissue. His plan is to procure the body of a young woman and create for it a blank brain that Pretorius has constructed. With a female, the monster will be able to reproduce and start a new race. Henry is tempted by the possibilities, but racked with guilt and uncertainty.
The monster stumbles into a vast crypt just as it is being raided by Dr. Pretorius and his assistants. Pretorius is not afraid of the monster in the slightest, and offers it a drink and a cigar, which the monster greatly enjoys. He brings it back to Henry’s estate, knowing that if Pretorius cannot force Henry to bring the new woman to life , the monster can….
Comments: The Bride of Frankenstein was the second installment in Universal’s Frankenstein series, and seeing it just a week after House of Frankenstein is a bit of a shock. House is an unassuming trifle, a monster rally, with vampires and werewolves and mad scientists all competing for screen time. It is great fun, but not particularly memorable.
It is James Whale’s masterpiece, easily eclipsing his original Frankenstein of a few years earlier.
This is one of those movies that goes from strength to strength: it boasts a taut, mordantly funny screenplay by William Hurlbut (and a platoon of other screenwriters, most of them uncredited) that wisely saves the appearance of the Bride until the final minutes; brilliant performances by Boris Karloff, Ernest Thesiger and Elsa Lanchester; brooding, expressionist cinematography by John J. Mescalla; and a flawless score by Franz Waxman. But the real star of the movie is James Whale himself, who in 75 minutes of screen time ties everything together to create a strange, gothic world, “a new world of gods and monsters”, as Pretorius memorably says.
Ernest Thesiger brings a great deal to the role of the sly and enigmatic Pretorius. His eccentricities and contradictions more than make up for the dreary Henry Frankenstein, who is again played as a sweaty-palmed hysteric by Colin Clive.
Elsa Lanchester seems a bit uncertain in her portrayal of Mary Shelley, but excels in the film’s final moments as the title character. Our old friend Dwight Frye appears as twitchy assistant Karl, and it’s always great to see him.
There is little I can say about Boris Karloff that I haven’t said in our prior Horror Incorporated outings. If you need evidence of his talent as an actor, compare his performance here with those of Bela Lugosi or Glenn Strange when they played the same role. It’s not even close. Karloff is brilliant.