Despite the best efforts of the pyromaniacs the creation of “Dr. Frankenstein” (Christian Bale) has survived, and now over a century later is a bit horny. Determined to find himself a companion, he visits the Chicago laboratory of “Dr. Euphronious” (Annette Bening) with his request. Well, it ends up being more of a demand really and so she reluctantly agrees to indulge in a bit of body snatching/reinvigorating. Their corpse? Well we’ve already met “Ida” (Jessie Buckley) before her demise and, personally, I felt death might have been the best thing that could have happened to this vulgar, brash and loud-mouthed creature. Revitalised, she and her new beau “Frankie” set off on some adventures around the city that start to fill in some blanks about both of their lives; involve a gangster kingpin and a dashing Hollywood movie star (Jake Gyllenhaal) upon whom he is fixated. The cops are never far away, especially as their escapades result in even more dead bodies - including a cop or two, so detective “Wiles” (Peter Skarsgaard) and his secretary “Malloy” (Penélope Cruz) are on soon their case and things take a turn for the Bonnie and Clyde. Now, there’s no denying that Buckley, especially, puts her heart and soul into her lively performance here, but I found the characterisation so un-engaging that after about half an hour of the relentlessly paced dialogue accompanying the borderline slapstick comedy I had lost interest. It takes far too long to get up and running and though it’s a grand looking production the thing just never got out of second gear as it quite literally lurched along for a long old two hours. Cruz plays as if she really wanted to be in - or maybe even thought this was - a very wordy “Dick Tracey” movie, and I found that both leading performers seemed more determined to impress us watching rather than present us with anything like a real love story. I suppose the very nature of the science behind this will allow for a sequel, but I think I will just stick with my James Whale collection instead.