I wasn't planning to tune in to AMC Saturday night since I already own the Dan Curtis "Frankenstein" on video. And, sorry to say, I thought it was so awful I couldn't make it all the way through ... (Not as bad as the Branagh version, but that's not saying much. Not to mention that it bore little resemblance to the novel by the same name by a writer known as Mary Shelley!)
Nevertheless, since I happened to be home late Saturday night, I turned on the TV just as the movie was coming on and I immediately saw that it wasn't the Dan Curtis version but rather "Frankenstein: The True Story." I remember being horribly disappointed when this version was produced on TV when I was a boy, since I had already read the novel (precocious reader that I was) and this TV movie with Leonard Whiting and Michael Sarrazin bore no resemblance to Mary Shelley's novel.
But I remember having read some rave comments about this version on the Internet Movie Database and at amazon.com and elsewhere, so I decided to shove a blank tape into the VCR ... very annoyed that I didn't know it was this version in advance, since the resulting tape is missing the first couple of minutes.
Nothing irritates me more than having the beginning (or ending) cut off on my taping of a movie.
I was able to watch most of "Frankenstein: The True Story" (and managed to find a second blank tape to put in during the commercial break), and although it had little to do with Mary Shelley's novel, I did find this an intriguing and extremely well-produced version. It was such a hoot to see such a fantastic cast -- John Gielgud, Ralph Richardson? -- Those names meant nothing to me when I was 11 years old. (Though of course I knew Agnes Moorhead from "Bewitched.")
I truly appreciated this version in a way that I did not when I was 11 (or whatever). As one of the reviewers on one of the boards I mentioned wrote, this version does capture Mary Shelley's theme about responsibility (which some have interpreted as a subtle critique of her husband's and Byron's free-wheeling philosophy of life).
I especially loved Jane Seymour as the wicked Prima! It will be interesting to compare this interpretation of "Eve" with Marie Wallace's upcoming role on DS, which I haven't seen before. (Of course, in MS's novel, "Eve" is never brought to life.)
The only faithful movie version of the book is the Swedish-Irish co-production "Victor Frankenstein", a.k.a. "Terror of Frankenstein" made by Calvin Floyd, which I have written about previously.