Universal Picturesโ Son of Frankenstein (1939), the third chapter in its iconic horror saga, delivers a chilling gothic experience that, while not matching the brilliance of its predecessors, stands tall thanks to a stellar cast and striking visuals. Directed by Rowland V. Lee, this film introduces Basil Rathbone as Baron Wolf von Frankenstein, son of the infamous creator, who returns to his ancestral home with ambitions to redeem his fatherโs legacyโonly to unleash chaos once more.
The cast is the filmโs beating heart. Rathbone commands the screen with a mix of aristocratic poise and obsessive fervor, while Bela Lugosi steals every scene as Ygor, the crooked-necked shepherd with a sinister agenda. Lugosiโs portrayal is a career highlight, dripping with menace and cunning, making Ygor one of the franchiseโs most memorable additions. Boris Karloff, in his final outing as the Monster, still evokes sympathy with his soulful eyes and lumbering frame, and Lionel Atwillโs Inspector Krogh adds a dash of stern charm (and a wooden arm) to the mix. This ensemble elevates the film beyond its script, bringing life to the shadowy halls of Frankensteinโs world.
Visually, Son of Frankenstein excels with its atmospheric production design. The expressionistic setsโtowering castle walls, slanted shadows, and a cavernous laboratoryโcreate a haunting backdrop thatโs pure Universal horror. Cinematographer George Robinson bathes these scenes in moody light, amplifying the gothic dread that fans crave. Itโs a feast for the eyes, even if the sparks in the lab donโt fly as high as they did in Bride of Frankenstein.
The introduction of Ygor is a masterstroke, adding a fresh twist to the series. No longer just a tragic figure, the Monster becomes a pawn in Ygorโs vengeful schemes, shifting the narrative into darker, more manipulative territory. Lugosiโs gravelly voice and twisted grin make Ygor an instant icon, proving the franchise still had new horrors to unearth.
Yet, for all its strengths, Son of Frankenstein stumbles with the Monsterโs reduced role. Karloffโs creature, once the emotional core of the series, is sidelined hereโmute, less expressive, and stripped of the agency that made him unforgettable. Heโs more a looming threat than a character, a shadow of the tragic soul who spoke and wept in Bride. This diminishment robs the film of the deeper pathos that defined its predecessors, leaving Karloffโs final bow as the Monster bittersweet but underwhelming.
In the end, Son of Frankenstein is a worthy, if not transcendent, addition to Universalโs horror legacy. It thrives on its castโs brilliance, its eerie aesthetics, and Ygorโs chilling presence, but falters by relegating the Monster to the background. For fans of classic horror, itโs a must-seeโflawed, yet undeniably captivating.