The latest
"I, Frankenstein," like the monster itself, shouldn't have been made
I don't like to use words like "dumb" or "stupid" in my reviews. They're dismissive and vague adjectives. That being said, there are few other words that encapsulate the loud, brain-numbing "Underworld" fan fiction-ization of an iconic literary and cinematic character that is "I, Frankenstein." It is dumb. Aggressively dumb. All caps D-U-M-B dumb.