Hmm. I see they're making a movie of Dean Koontz's Frankenstein: Prodigal Son, which is a loose (very loose) continuation of Mary Shelley's novel.

A movie of a novel adaptation (with, naturally, its own comic book adaptation, which we did find amusing, although probably not in the way the author intended) of an even earlier novel seems like we're wandering awfully far from our source material, but I figure as long as it isn't written by Dr. Titley, we'll be fine.

Labels: Classic books, Dean Koontz, Mary Shelley