Lisa Frankenstein (2024)

24 Dec 2024

Rating: 3/5

When in Rome’s The Promise introduces us to Lisa creating tombstone rubbings in Bachelor’s Grove. Later, we watch her get ready for a party. Hairspray, tanning bed, and blush blindness — it’s 1989, baby.

At the party, someone accidentally drugs Lisa. She wanders into Bachelor’s Grove and stumbles across her favorite grave: an unmarried man from 1837, to whom she talks sometimes. She wishes she could be with him before returning home.

A bolt of lightning strikes the grave. Her wish may come true.

The film is a visual feast. It’s more exciting when it references Victorian clothing and early film but the 80s stuff is cute. Every outfit comes from some 80s/90s thing, from Dirty Dancing to Blossom, Madonna to Heathers—a lot of Heathers.

The Creature is an understandable fantasy — a Victorian gentleman who is musically talented and can’t talk, dedicated to your every whim (a back massager scene shows just how dedicated). He’ll be a pre-fab choice for sex bots when those become a thing.

The script is funny, but I have no idea why Lisa does half the things she does. One moment, she’s Winona Ryder in Heathers, another she’s Angela Bettis in May. I see the vision — another Diablo Cody “unlikeable protagonist” (aka a woman with a personality) — but I don’t feel like she comes together in the end.

That said, this movie has so much heart—this scratches an itch that I can’t deny.

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