Frankenstein (2025): a review with spoilers.

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 “I longed to be a part of there family” the creature


Who do you relate to? The creature or the doctor?


As an artist I relate to Victor Frankenstein. As a human being I relate to the creature.


The artist in me proclaims the Guillermo Del Toro movie a masterpiece. The human being I am says never a more melancholy tragedy has captured the spirit of my species as well as this movie.


We are brought into this life like a Rubik’s cube perfectly aligned and uniform in color. Then our parents take that perfect work of symmetry and jumble it up. Leave us discombobulated and set asunder from all hope ever being as pure as before we were ever held by their hands. Then we are given that Rubik’s cube and told to sort it out.


The rage to greatness. “What is pain if not evidence of intelligence.” But if understanding cannot stop pain what is intelligence? Pain is a vehicle to understanding with the lesson being learning never ends.


We fight all our life to create life. To prove we were here. For evidence of our influence. And yet the tragedy of the creature continues after forgiveness. Are life begins when we forgive our father for the existence that confounds and scars us. That drag us into the life kicking and screaming and are the evening shadows in the sun all contrast with life and near death. The brutality of the blind man and his kindness. Unseeing eyes so full of wisdom.


“What are you afraid of?” Said the blind man.


“Everything…” said the creature.


And left with eternity we move towards the past of our earliest memories. Trying to find the symmetry we long for… but even if we find ourselves nothing is ours. Not the answers, not even the pain.


We long for a family and share in it with our haunted life.




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