My new found appreciation for all things Benedict Cumberbatch led me to a surprising reveal: Frankenstein’s Monster.
I’ve never (and stil aren’t, save for this exception) been a fan of horror or gothic works simply because I can’t handle gore and frights. I had read much about Mary Shelley (and her famous parents, in fact) for a biography course and to be honest, I didn’t care for her at all. But whilst reading Roger Ebert’s account of the play – my curiosity got the better of me and I read some snippets of the original story. Let me just say that they stunned me. Horrifying words, yes, but stunning words none the less.
~~~On another note, I saw Third Star recently and it rather cemented my love for Cumberbatch (it’s not just those eyes, I swear!) The story is predictable (but it’s meant to be, the protagonist tell the audience he’s got terminal cancer-and SPOILER ALERT! of course he dies from it by the end of the film) but that’s part of its magic: The audience is dreading the end, just as Tim’s (played by Cumberbatch… DUH) family and friends dread the end-no matter how much fun and laughter there is before that end. That dread makes all the happier scenes almost too painful to watch.
Without spoiling the ending (ha!), here are Cumberbatch’s last lines in the movie:
And so I raise a morphine toast to you all, and if you happen to remember it’s the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me, and you made my life a happy one, and there’s no tragedy in that—THIRD STAR
If that alone doesn’t raise a decent lump in your throat, what will?