The students have been railing about the unfairness of having the book differ from the screenplay. In Shelley’s classic, Victor Frankenstein creates the Monster all by himself; in the 1931 film, Henry Frankenstein has help from his aide, Fritz. The book portrays the Monster as intelligent. The film portrays the Monster as inarticulate and infantile. So when we read the Monster’s greeting to Victor in the Swiss Alps, several heads snapped up:
“I expected this reception,” said the daemon. “All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.”
“Not only does he speak, he says words I never heard before,” noted Tim.
“You are destroying my image of that big green monster!” said Trevor.
“Where did he learn to speak like that?” asked Faith.
“This proves you can never rely on films!” they agreed unanimously.