I, Frankenstein

The effects are poor, the dialogue is laughable, and despite Aaron Eckhart's valiant efforts, the whole thing feels like a cheesy TV movie.

I, Frankenstein, with its monster reinvented as a superhero, is a fairly predictable action movie. Shelley would not have approved.

Only in occasional, uncanny moments - when someone uses an iPhone, or gets off a tram - does this world appear to intersect in any way with our own.

The numerous battles are confusingly handled and the actors aren't given many opportunities given the dialogue they're forced to speak.

Big laughs are guaranteed here - though only at the expense of what's the first Best Worst Film of 2014.

I, Frankenstein looks suspiciously like it was conceived more as a ready-made franchise property than as a strong individual story.

Regardless of how much I might enjoy goofy, cheesy material especially in the horror genre, at some point you have to offer more.

There is some cool gothic Gargoyle imagery on display and a variety of posh English accents to class to the joint, but it seems only Nighy realizes that this would have played better as a campy comedy.

Not the worst movie ever made, but far, far removed from the best.

I, Frankenstein's finale predictably leaves it open for a sequel, the thought of which would likely have the Baron and his creation spinning in their graves.