Review: 'Victor Frankenstein' is a mashed-up mess
Someone left a copy of Mary Shelley's novel out in the rain, threw the wet mess into a blender, hit puree and came up with "Victor Frankenstein," the 758th movie retelling of the seminal horror tale, this time with a dash of Marvel Comics and a revisionist perspective thrown in for flavor. Although the mad doctor with a God complex (played by James McAvoy) gets title billing, the star this time is his faithful assistant Igor (Daniel Radcliffe), a circus sideshow freak whose hump turns out to have been a really big zit (no, seriously) and whose curved spine is quickly fixed by wearing a back brace. There, good as new!
Igor isn't even his real name, and he's also smarter than his boss: He's a self-taught genius. Any similarities between Radcliffe's Igor and Marty Feldman's iconic portrayal of the character in "Young Frankenstein" are accidental, except for that one moment in which director Paul McGuigan dares to reference Mel Brooks' classic, which reminds you there are heaps of better movies you could be watching than this one.