In the 1790s Victor Frankenstein created a boring soulless monster; an animated cadaver was left for dead and endured the trials of a new life. For this torment our freakish creation exacts revenge on his creator's wife and then wanders about without a purpose other than survival. I, Frankenstein is a film so far removed from reality that Stuart Beattie's fantastical vision just does not seem plausible or even interesting.
The story jumps to modern times where a supernatural war rages between Gargoyles—the minions of the Angels protecting Earth—and demons that are out to corrupt humanity. The Gargoyle Queen (Miranda Otto) dubs Frankenstein's Freak 'Adam' (Aaron Echardt) and so Adam 'descends' demons and reluctantly enters the fray to help the Angels.
The visual style is reminiscent of Underworld and the darker hues of a Zack Snyder flick. To contrast this dull aesthetic the special effects are a spectacle of embers and fire. When Angelic minions ascend they shine a vibrant blue spike of light whereas demons descend in an exaggerated plume of smoke.
For no apparent reason, other than to make it blatantly obvious to the viewer, these Gargoyles transform from humanoid to beast form. The clashes in the streets at night are epic and make you wonder: why is the nightlife dead? Where are the bystanders and the cars? Surely, if there are magical beings fighting someone would complain about the noise?
And then we meet Bill Nigh's character, the villain in the guise of a scientist trying to discover the secrets of immortality creating a being like Adam.
The plot and the dialogue is contrived. Sense of place is disjointed and we never really care about Adam's journey. Spend your money on a delicious lunch rather than waste it on this disappointing venture.