Originally broadcast on US TV in two 90 minute parts, Frankenstein: The True Story was - rather ironically - chopped up and stitched back together to be shown cinematically overseas as a two hour movie. I strongly suggest seeking out the uncut original, which, thanks to the excellent all-star cast and superb production values, still has the look and feel of a major theatrical release rather than the TV mini-series that it actually is. Even though the plot takes more than a few liberties with Mary Shelley's novel, this is still a very worthwhile version of her oft-told tale, one that captures the essence of the source material, dispenses one or two shocks along the way, and looks sumptuous throughout.
Leonard Whiting plays Dr. Victor Frankenstein, who, spurred on by the untimely death of his younger brother, tries to find a way to bring the dead back to life, aided in his quest by the like-minded Dr. Clerval (David McCallum), who has developed a special serum and revolutionary solar power source for just this purpose, and who unwittingly provides the brain for their creation by suddenly dropping dead. The experiment seemingly a success, Victor sets about introducing his surprisingly handsome creature' (Michael Sarrazin) to high-class London society, unaware that a reversal in the reanimation process is gradually causing physical abnormalities. Horrified at his increasingly ugly countenance, the creature becomes suicidal, but, already being dead, finds killing himself harder than he thinks.
Meanwhile, Clerval's previous scientific associate, Dr. John Polidori (the amazing James Mason), arrives on the scene hoping to join forces with Frankenstein to perfect the process. When the first creature accidentally kills the beautiful daughter of a blind man, he supplies Polidori and Frankenstein with the final components for a second creation: a beautiful woman that they name Prima (played by drop-dead gorgeous Jane Seymour). Her introduction to the social elite causes problems between Victor and his pregnant wife Elizabeth (Nicola Pagett), and with the creature, who, now horribly disfigured, is jealous of the attention that Prima is receiving.
Things proceed to go downhill for Victor Frankenstein - as they always seem to do for those who dabble in such ungodly matters - leading to a tragic finale on a ship bound for America, but redirected to the North Pole by the creature.
The incredible cast - which also includes the likes of Agnes Moorehead, Ralph Richardson, John Gielgud, Peter Sallis, and Tom Baker in cameo roles - rarely put a foot wrong, with Sarrazin making for an especially brilliant sympathetic monster, while Seymour's Prima is quite the opposite, a beautiful but soul-less creation, every bit as wicked as her mentor Polidori. Director Jack Smight proves a far more capable director than his primarily TV-based resumé suggests, largely handling the material with restraint, thus making the occasional grisly moment all the more effective: a reanimated severed arm that just won't stay put is quite unnerving, but it is the creature settling the score with Prima in front of a horrified crowd of posh onlookers that is the shocking showstopper. Visually, the film is impressive throughout, with a special mention for the colourful second experiment, Prima brought to life in a vat of swirling rainbow coloured liquids and bubbles - worthy of the great Terence Fisher himself.
8/10. The three hour plus runtime and gradual pace might occasionally have you looking at the clock to see how much time is left, but don't let that put you off, for there is so much here to enjoy.
