Here’s a shrieking bore of a January movie that’s meant to spice things up by casting Aaron Eckhart (a decent actor) as the classic Frankenstein monster. I’m calling bullshit. After an Ok prologue that pays homage (well not entirely) to the classic Mary Shelley story, this loud, noisy, video-game like mess made my eyes bleed. And since director Stuart Beattie has no faith whatsoever in his movie (or actors), he throws in one ugly scene after the other, but it all adds up to zero. Did anyone read the script before signing on for this one? Eckhart? Bill Nighy? Anyone? Didn’t think so.