Like many others in the spooky community this year, I decided to make Lisa Frankenstein a part of my Valloween celebration.
The name of this movie alone caught my eye, as a child of the Lisa Frank renaissance of the 90s. I will never forget the excitement of buying more stationary than I could ever possibly use in a lifetime, for the brightly colored animals depicted on it. I was obsessed. I actually had an entire binder full of Lisa Frank folders that I refused to actually use. Honestly, it was probably the most bizarre, yet least expensive, hobby I ever had. So yes, the name of the movie alone gave me all the nostalgic pangs, even though I knew it wasn't going to be about bright fuchsia kittens and dogs the color of the blinding sun on an August afternoon.
I waffled back and forth about whether or not I wanted to see this movie, though. Oddly enough, considering my love for Valentine's Day, romance in general tends to make me tune out of a story. And, in this post-Twilight world that we live in, romance involving what would normally be considered horror characters makes me especially nervous. And I don't even really hate Twilight...I enjoyed the books when I read them (though I was about nineteen at the time), but I can't say I'm dying to see the scenario played out over and over again with every monster archetype in existence.
I started to see a lot of positivity toward Lisa Frankenstein, though, from people I trusted within the community, and decided, why not bring back my old Valentine tradition of an early movie and dinner, and give it a watch?
Though I wouldn't necessarily say it's going to be a new favorite, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised for the most part.
Lisa Frankenstein is the story of a girl named Lisa Swallows (Can you imagine growing up with that as a last name?!) who, two years before the events of the movie, witnessed her mother being killed by an ax murderer during a home invasion. Lisa has suffered from a form of traumatic mutism since then, but her father seems to have moved on quickly with a narcissist-who-thinks-she's-an-empath named Janet, and Janet's daughter Taffy, who happens to be Lisa's age and is surprisingly kind despite her upbringing and uberpopularity at school.
Lisa is very lonely, though, and tends to spend a lot of time in a local, dilapidated cemetery, making grave rubbings and talking to the deceased, particularly a man with the last name of Frankenstein, who she refers to as her "favorite". (It's good to know I'm not the only person with favorite graves!)
One night, after a drugging incident at a party that Taffy drags her to, Lisa walks home in a strange storm, and a lightning strike somehow manages to bring her Frankenstein friend back to life. It's never fully explained how, but he wakes up, breaks into Lisa's house, and chaos of all kinds begins to ensue...But particularly murder, and a strange yet somehow perfect romance.
Stay spooky, my friends.
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