Gods and Monsters

REVIEW
In a performance that is nothing short of brilliant, McKellen hypnotizes as gay film director James Whale in this moving, poetic adaptation of Christopher Bram's novel "Father of Frankenstein." The story ostensibly follows the friendship between Whale -- now in his early 60s and suffering the effects of a stroke -- and his handsome straight gardener (Fraser); but at the core of this lyrical tale is a study of desire and self-determination. In the 1930s, Whale made a handful of Hollywood classics (including Frankenstein); it's now 1957, and he is no longer able to live his life on his terms. Knowing that Whale was found dead in his swimming pool, the filmmakers have concocted a probable scenario which ends in a cynical pièce de résistance. Bringing compassion and elegance to Whale, McKellen's portrayal is so rich in nuance and shading that he makes you forget it's acting. Fraser is excellent as the ex-Marine who captures Whale's heart and, in turn, respect. Their bond is poignantly resilient. It is what gives Condon's film its power, its grace and its heart.