Florence is beautiful, and the art of the Italian Renaissance is inspiring. But this documentary is nauseatingly self-indulgent, especially the soundtrack. Twenty minutes was my limit; I turned on the subtitles and watched the rest in silence.
I'm genuinely shocked this is regarded as the better Universal Frankenstein movie. It plays like a cheap pulp paperback sequel to the original's leather bound hardcover. I don't know why the original supporting cast didn't return for this one, but it's a shame they didn't spend a bit more time on the casting. Everyone except the hermit and Karloff plays their bit flat. Other reviews seem to relish in the campiness, but it's so annoyingly inconsistent. I'll admit I had…