Of all the literary and movie monsters, this guy never frightened me.
First of all, it's not like he could sneak up on you. Not only is he bigger than Andre the Giant, he wears hobnail boots. Do you know how noisy those things are?
Secondly, I could totally outrun him, even in my highest heels.
I did love the book, however, for its unflinching view of scientists who rush forward to prove their theory, without thinking whether it is the good and moral thing to do. The consequences in the book serve as testament to how much we can screw up this life by trying to 'improve' upon it.
If Frankenstein wasn't scary to me, at least he was useful to my funny bone.
Yeah, I love me some Mel Brooks. Gene Wilder was simply adorable in this movie, and everyone else played their parts so well. This movie deserved an Oscar, dammit!
I'm throwing in one more character, just as a counterpoint to Mary Shelley's bleak vision. Sometimes scientists get it right - if they happen to live in Halloweentown.