When I rewatch films that appear in different lists of films, like a franchise list and then a director’s list, I end up approaching the viewings in different ways each time. With Frankenstein, going back and reading my original review, I see myself concerned more with the extension of Carl Laemmle’s vision of cinematic spectacles of the grotesque, taken from respected literature. In the context of Whale’s body of work, I actually see further adaptations from the stage (the script having bee...