The Bride of Frankenstein It's the final film of the Halloween season and I thought I'd save the best--or at least the most utterly pleasurable--for last. The Bride of Frankenstein is one of those rare movie sequels that improves upon its predecessor. Directed by the legendary James Whale, Bride of Frankenstein is considered to be a masterpiece of gothic horror. Filmed in 1935, the film picks up where its predecessor ended--well, almost. After being hurled off a burning windmill, Victor is now pretty much dead. As villagers gather round to watch the mill--and hopefully, the Monster--burn, the over-excited village yenta Minnie, one of the Frankenstein family's maids, leads the crowd in cheering on the inferno. Sadly, the party-pooping burgomaster arrives on the scene and orders everyone to clear out and go home. A few stragglers stay behind to pick through the ruins and--much to their dismay--are confronted by the monster. Minnie runs shrieking back to the Frankenste...