I watched a lot of crap this week trying to find something to recommend. I was about to give up when I saw a new Netflix Original. Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein. Yep, that’s the title. If that isn’t enough to get you interested; it stars David Habour as himself, his father, his grandfather, Dr. Frankenstein, and Frankenstein’s monster (sort of).
Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein is a joke wrapped in a joke. Let’s get ahead of one badly made comparison right now. This is not ‘inception.’ Stop using the word inception to describe something in something. That’s not what it means or what that movie was about.
Anyway, Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein stars David Harbour (the third?) from Stranger Things fame. And that’s it. He’s on a quest to uncover some information about his father, David Harbour Junior. The quest is prompted when Harbour finds some archival footage of a play, produced for TV, in his attic.
The short film jumps between Harbour playing the third and also Harbour playing Jr (his father). We get to see large portions of the horrible play. Complete with a cheaply built set, forced commercial breaks, and horrible acting. A lot of attentions given to having the play be over-the-top bad. The set walls shake, the doors don’t work at times, the camera jump cuts are jarring. The characters play the set like a stage. The details in the bad make it so good.
As Harbour the thirds investigation unfolds he talks to a few people from his father’s life. Unlike most documentaries these people aren’t all that interested, or understanding, of what Harbour’s trying to accomplish. One scene in particular is hilarious when Harbour starts to learn the meaning of the old adage, be careful what you wish for.
Describing this movie feels confusing when I type it. The one thing the movie isn’t confused about is what it is. It’s totally self effacing and totally bonkers. It came out of nowhere and I have no clue how it originated. The unknown honestly makes it all the funnier.