There’s always been something cinematic about the ache inside the story of Frankenstein — that blend of awe and rot. Clearly, that’s what attracted Guillermo del Toro to the property. His cinematic worlds — from Pan’s Labyrinth to Crimson Peak — bleed sympathy for the monstrous, turning horror into heartbreak the way The Shape of Water turned loneliness into devotion. That same empathy can be found in films like Edward Scissorhands or TV shows like Penny Dreadful - stories in which the monster is not the threat, it’s a mirror on us. So for a filmmaker like del Toro, that kind of storyline is the one that creeps into his notebooks, a misunderstood creature still waiting for someone to love it properly .

But long before the “elevated horror” crowd started

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