Almost a Classic

The script was a mess. Between the convenient blood clot and people who keep stumbling over furniture to their death this was clearly botched. I don't mind the clear parallel to Frankenstein, the very weird vengeful-god subplot, or unnecessary lovebirds, but unless god cut the brake line in the last scene this was too all much to take.

However Curtiz's flourishes (Dutch Angles, Karloff's reflection in the mirror) make this very watchable and still very creepy. Not hard to believe he would go on to make the greatest movie ever made. Karloff's pathetic murderer(or manslaughterer) turned scary-ass zombie character deserved a much better movie.

I'll give the writers credit, the line about the address book was a nice middle finger to the Hay's Code.