Just saw TERROR OF FRANKENSTEIN, a mid 70s low budget attempt to do a straightforward and relatively faithful adaptation of Mary Shelley's novel. It's a rickety affair (they misspell Shelley's name in the credits for starters), but it all somehow acts in the film's favor: a ramshackle production about a careless act of creation and its consequences. It's completely outside the worlds of Universal and Hammer, and a damn sight more interesting than Branagh's stab at a "true" adaptation.