Much akin to his porcine Shakespeare screen adaptations, Branagh's interpretation jettisons most of Shelley's thematic substance in lieu of overwrought performances, hokey SFX and his own toned, glistening abdomen -- THANK YOU KENNETH, AND GOOD NIGHT.
The year is 1794, Captain Robert Walton and his crew are attempting to sail there ship to the top of the world and by doing so sail there way into the history books. However, unforeseen events traps Walton's ship in a block of ice and with no way out Walton must wait it out with his men. As he and his men try to break up the ice faster they hear a strange howling sound coming from the dense blizzard before them, the dogs start to stir and run in circles. Out of the blizzard a strange man emerges, … more
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