Grade: F
By no means does every film need to be “The Godfather.” There is a time and a place for horrible films. A bad movie can still be an incredible way to let off steam or even share a laugh with some friends. “I, Frankenstein” does not allow its audience either of those pleasures. The film is married to its ridiculously grim tone and cannot seem to find any bit of fun in Frankenstein’s monster kung-fu fighting gargoyles and demons in slow motion. How could they mess that up? The film screams pretentiousness and strives to disappoint any viewer naïve enough to believe they would leave the theater with a smile. “I, Frankenstein” follows the recent trend of Hollywood rehashing old material to avoid taking risks with a new story. Sure, people are going to make horrible movies, but does Mary Shelley really have to pay for their sins?