Excerpt: Though none of the cast does anything he or she should be proud of, Eckhart’s scowl and monotone are an especially dull combination that, while representative of Adam’s soulless nature (a point that’s made abundantly clear), does the film few favors.
Excerpt: This film is its own Frankenstein monster because it sews together disparate story concepts from three or four different genre and tries to bring it to life. Yet like the Frankenstein monster, it is an abomination.
Excerpt: I, Frankenstein is so silly, yet played on such one note of deadly seriousness that it’s irksome no one involved decided to include at least a glimmer of humor or even a fright. It’s pretty bad, and it doesn’t even have the decency to be bad in a fun way.
Excerpt: When it’s not explaining its utterly ridiculous, incoherent twaddle that is its mythology, it’s doing its best to bore you into submission with action that’s badly choreographed, overly reliant on dodgy CGI and, worst of all, terminally dull.
Excerpt: [A] disjointed disaster…let us just say that Frankenstein creator Mary Shelley would never imagine the iconic monster man being inexplicably trapped in such crappy kitsch as Beattie’s horrifying hogwash.
Excerpt: I, Frankenstein – based on a comic book by Kevin Grevioux, who also wrote Underworld and stars as one of the head demons – was never going to work, but it’s been competently assembled by a team of experienced technicians in a vain attempt to bring it to life. It’s only sin? The lack of a soul.