By Andrew Charlton
Frankenstein, the last of the Murdoch Nexus theatre horror productions is by far the best of the trio. Starring and directed by Scott McArdle, this play is the one that felt the most like a modern, relate-able horror story.
Going in, I knew the basics of the Frankenstein tale, man becomes doctor, tries to create life, ends up on tundra, dies. So I was kind of amazed how the story really is far more a psychological piece, than straight blood and gore.
Much of the story is Frankenstein telling his story to a sea captain, and we see her in the background of many scenes, as he lives out his life. From childhood, all the way to where he is now, we see the mistakes, the tragedies and the good intentions that led him to the tundra that would be his grave.
The acting in this was stellar, Frankenstein and his monster alike truly made the performance though. Frankenstein had a wonderful David Tenant, air to him. He was frantic, he was energetic. Everything had to be solved by him, watching his slow descent from sanity was a sad tale.
As was that of his monster, a huge hulking man, he picked up Frankenstein several times on stage, holding him well above his head, the casting for this role was perfect. He had a manner about him that really captured the melancholy story of someone who just wanted to be accepted, though reviled as a monster.
All of the other actors were fantastic , but it was those two who made this performance my favorite. Their energy, combined with the expert use of stagecraft, lighting and fog, made this play one easy to lose yourself in.
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