It will come as no surprise that the new movie Lisa Frankenstein is a real monster — stitched together from previous movies, painfully incoherent and deeply, deeply dumb.
This is a baffling display of filmmaking, what appears to be a sort of feminist take on the reanimated creature trope that has been shoehorned into a late-1980s setting, complete with New Wave songs, teased hair and brightly colored spandex. Why? Presumably to giggle at shoulder pads, hairspray and Echo and the Bunnymen.
Kathryn Newton stars as the goth-like high school misfit teen Lisa Swallows, who befriends a reanimated zombie bachelor who died in 1837. Cole Sprouse plays the corpse, who is missing body parts, uses grunts to communicate and resembles Johnny Depp from Edward Scissorhands. Whoever suggested he’d shine deserves to be made mute.
Lisa’s mother has met a grisly death and she has found herself in a new town with a new family after her dad remarries. Her stepmother (gloriously over-the-top Carla Gugino) hates her and her stepsister (Liza Soberano, hopefully not making a career-ending mistake) is a friendly cheerleader.
The arrival of a Victorian-era zombie into 1989 offers many possibilities but all the interesting ones are avoided as the filmmakers embark on a Weird Science-like, My Fair Lady reversal — cleaning him up and hiding him in her bedroom. “OK, Sparky, we’ve got to get you some new duds,” Lisa says helpfully. Those duds include a blazer and a Violent Femmes T-shirt.



