You may not have a special taste, as I do, for the cycle of classic Universal monster movies, but they were a potent cultural force. They created a mythology which has become a part of American mythology, and they influenced several generations of filmmakers who shaped American cinema in the latter part of the 20th Century, most especially Steven Spielberg.
Bride Of Frankenstein is the best of the cycle — visually elegant, wry and amusing, powerful on many levels. The image of The Bride, incarnated by Elsa Lanchester in a surprisingly brief appearance on screen, resonates as powerfully as the image of Dracula or Frankenstein’s Monster or The Mummy or The Wolfman.
She is an amazing cinematic creation — a vision of woman as an electric, elemental force too powerful to accommodate, to control, to accept. She must be destroyed — but she cannot be destroyed. She is an eternal accusation against the presumption of mere men.
The Blu-ray edition of Bride Of Frankenstein, magnificently restored, belongs in every home.