Frankenstein an inaccurate adaptation of a classic
Another year of Halifax’s only professional theatre is off to a crawl with Frankenstein, the opening show of their 2011/2012 season.
Before I rip in to the show, there are a few things that we should get out of the way. First, Frankenstein is NOT the monster. Victor Frankenstein is the creator of the “monster”.
The traditional story, written by Mary Shelley, is about Victor Frankenstein and his crazy, mad scientist ways.
In the book, Shelley spends a great deal of time describing the psychological state of Victor Frankenstein: weeks without sleeping more than a few hours, the smells and sounds of his laboratory, his lack of food and drink, and the ghoulish act of digging up graves for a finger or a nose—all so he can create his monster piece by piece. His gradual descent into madness is, for me, what this book was about. (By the way, you should read the book.)
Whatever you may have just felt while reading the above paragraph was totally absent in the play. The fact that Neptune Theatre advertised this play as “from the classic novel by Mary Shelley” is criminal. The play was closer to a terrible British comedy, in which the actors did not act. There was so much potential for greatness and such drama.
This may seem harsh and this review is not a reflection of the actors involved in the show who I know are capable of far better. There was just no tension. It didn’t take any risks. The actors stood around in the middle of a well-lit, spotless, beautiful study telling the audience about his process. All the while making jokes about strawberries in perfectly pressed suits. They literally stood motionless, looking at each other and talking.
The characters told us the play instead of showing it. I didn’t once go “yuck” or “ewww” or “gasp!” or feel any emotion toward any characters in the play.
There were a few good things, an example being the exquisite set by Geofrey Dinwiddie. The few good things didn’t make up for the fact that this is the Neptune Theatre and therefore audiences expect more.
The play started with the monster already living and went on with the story from there. Any semblance of Shelley’s story was discussed and disregarded.