The 30s brought us some great Frankenstein films. The decade brought us great Universal films, period. Just incredible sets, vast, spacious, looming large, the distance shots filling the whole screen. While the lab castle was exploded into rubble, the family namesake left behind a castle homestead rejected with disdain, disgust, and hate by the Burgomeister, village council, and locals. Cursed is the name and house of Frankenstein. Lugosi capped a decade of quite the rogue's gallery. Ygor, survivor of the hanging for stealing bodies...so they said... seemingly died...so they said...is clever, manipulative, sinister, capable of savagery but far more sly at using the Monster to do his vengeful bidding. It was just a delight to see Lugosi sink his teeth into the part, an animal in appearance and voice while scheming, crafty, and observant. One of his career's crowning achievements. That Ygor could tantalize Baron Wolf's curiosity, nudge him into investigating The Monster's
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