Lifelong obsession, painstaking craft and the gothic horror of the romantics – Mary Shelley’s time tested tale is brought, finally and passionately to screen by one of our modern masters of the macabre. It’s gorgeous, it’s engaging, and yet something doesn’t quite work, even after the two years del Toro spent in his thirteen home libraries reading and writing. Mia and Joe get up on the surgical table to slice apart the what and the why of del Toro’s latest – blood, guts and all. What do we want from well trodden remakes? How should we receive passion projects of masters of their craft? And how should we think about a hot Frankenstein?