In the modern age of tales and screenplays, everyone seems to have forgotten the most fundamental story ever told: the eternal saga of boy meets girl. It’s the oldest plotline in the book, quite literally, and yet contemporary storytellers have twisted it into a series of convoluted narratives where anything but love takes center stage. A screenwriter’s lament in this rapidly decaying culture might mirror the plight of Frankenstein himself, a man who learned the hard way that bringing life into this world sans a woman leads to monstrous outcomes. If only Victor had left the creation of life to sounder minds!
Here emerges the tale of Hollywood’s obsession with portraying men as monsters and women as their unlikely suitors. Take the recent spectacle of Frankenstein retold in grand cinematic fashion. The visual feast offers enticing images and lush landscapes that dazzle the eye, yet beneath the extravagant costumes and jaw-dropping vistas lies a deeply flawed script. A dialogue so poorly crafted one might question whether it’s the characters or the viewers tricked by this monster’s charm. Elizabeth’s bond with the Creature, as she teaches him to speak her name, is more complex than outright romantic and suggests a nuanced dynamic rather than a depiction of true love.
The woe here is the loss of that intrinsic balance between masculinity and femininity, a balance that has been toppled by modern ideologies promoting gender confusion and roles swapped like trading cards. Women pine over their monster instead of demanding men to be the noble heroes of old, one of bravado and honor. But the culture always gets the narrative backward, leading to the tragic comedy of feminists lamenting leadership, yet seeking love from those least equipped to provide it.
Contributing to the decay, the fabric of society has been gnawed through by the slow poison of secularism, dulling the reverence once held for motherhood. Raising children and nurturing families now seem like myths of a bygone era. As audiences cringe at so-called masterpieces twisting divine creations into godless ventures, del Toro’s scenario, staying true to the original portrayal of monstrous sympathy and flawed humanity, provides an innovative view rather than an erroneous one. It feels almost as though creation itself has been hijacked by those who unintentionally promote a dystopian harmony between machine and womb!
So let us not be swayed by flawed tales of misplaced affection where the monster triumphs. By refusing to accept Frankenstein’s message, we might just find our way back to that timeless story—the tale of boy meets girl. A well-told narrative where heroes rise, women embrace their roles with pride, and humanity’s future is forever renewed. It’s time to turn the pages back to when stories made sense and life wasn’t painted with shadows of monstrous reflections.
