It’s been a while since a movie made me cry in public. And for some reason, it was over a story I had stubbornly refused to read - yet it turned out to be so transformative that it now ranks among my top five of all time. Beyond the sheer lore surrounding the goddess that is Mary Shelley herself, the book compelled me to think, feel, and deeply examine my thoughts about what it truly means to create artificial life.
I have to say, the Netflix adaptation has done it absolute justice. Every character that colours the pages is vividly brought to life, and their agony becomes your own with startling clarity. I distinctly remember looking away from the screen, recoiling at the very idea of how Frankenstein - the “somebody” - was created. And yet, by the end, my emotions toward that same being were utterly transformed through a story that drags you - uncomfortable, squirming, and yet hopeful - toward a perspective of empathy.
Each character in the story - Victor, his brother William, Elizabeth, the old blind man, the ship’s captain, and Frankenstein himself - embodies a crucial role: creator, victim, witness, judge, or friend.
Read the book or watch the movie - but trust me, you will not regret the time spent doing either.