When I was growing up, I always thought that Frankenstein was the monster's name. Eventually I came to the realization - mostly because I kept hearing Frankenstein's monster - that it was just an unnamed monster and Frankenstein was the fella that created him. Well, all that was when I was a kid.
A couple of years ago - I finally bought the Berni Wrightson illustrated version of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I had no idea how long and ridiculous the story actually was (being more used to the monster movie of the 30s as well as Young Frankenstein). I did see the movie version that Kenneth Branagh did with Robert De Niro, of all people, playing the monster. It (like the book) went against everything the other movies made iconic. The monster could not only talk, but converse in intelligent conversation. Well - the book faired better than that movie - Branagh's heavy handed directing (the swooping camera...twirling around the director, who also starred as Frankenstein) as well as all the overacting ruined what could have been a spectacular movie (it did try to follow the book's storyline better than the old 30's movie).
Anyhow - I prefer the iconic 30's Frankenstein. This is my version of that iconic monster.
Friday, October 10, 2008
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I really like this image. I think your color is so good. Your work in this image really makes me feel sad for the little guy. Good job on showing how he feels.
Agreed. I always felt a sort of kinship with the Creature, and this reminds me why: he's got two rods sticking out of his neck!!!! That's why!!!
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