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Bride of Frankenstein (1935). Maybe great movies begin with a little alcohol, as Frankenstein's cameraman, John J. Mescall, was reportedly drunk throughout, and with superior results. This sequel easily belongs in the class denoting the greatest of horror flicks. Sprinkled with dark humor, great dialog, fine acting, and a villain of cyclopean proportions, BOF has it all. James Whale's direction, of course, was sublime. Little more can be said of a movie that deserves to be watched more than discussed. Late.
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