Biography Flash: Frankenstein's Monster Crashes Venice, Sparks Empathy Debate

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Alright folks, it’s Marcus Ellery here, your favorite rumpled podcast guide to everything powerful and peculiar—and today, I’m turning the spotlight on a guy who has absolutely zero political experience, but enough existential dread to make Kafka blush. Yes, we’re talking about Frankenstein’s Monster, a fictional character whose LinkedIn profile still lists “tormented soul” as a full-time gig.

The big headline: Frankenstein’s Monster just crashed Venice. No, not the beach—Venice Film Festival, where Guillermo del Toro’s long-obsessed-over adaptation premiered a few days ago. Critics are calling it, and I quote, “the finest ever put to screen.” Jacob Elordi lumbers onto the international stage as The Creature, giving a performance so heartbreakingly human that he kind of makes Victor Frankenstein look like the real monster in this parent-child horror show. Apparently, Del Toro went full emotional depth, dialing down the jump scares and instead serving up a tragic Gothic tale that’s more about *feeling* than *flinching*. So if you were hoping for another clumsy brute with bolts in his head chasing teenagers—sorry, TikTok, maybe next year. According to Deadline, this film drew a standing ovation—13 minutes long. That’s right: longer than my last successful Tinder date, which, let’s be honest, might be the real tragedy here.

What’s significant? Well, social media lit up over Del Toro’s declaration that Frankenstein is *not* a metaphor for AI—because Frankenstein’s Monster has enough identity issues without being dragged into this whole Skynet panic. Instead, Del Toro wants us to talk about empathy and what it means to be human—presumably after we stop arguing with strangers about robot overlords. Fans on X (formerly Twitter—because we apparently can’t stop rebranding things) have already crowned Elordi “King of Monsters” for his raw vulnerability, with memes flowing like angry villagers after pitchforks.

Instagram and TikTok are awash with behind-the-scenes shots of those “majestic sets and melancholy performances”—and you have not lived until you’ve seen Frankenstein’s Monster in a sepia-toned filter, contemplating his existence in a moody corner. But with Netflix releasing the film worldwide on November 7, expect a surge in debates about which adaptation finally did Mary Shelley justice, and way too many think pieces about healthy boundaries, bad parenting, and—why not—a renewed interest in Victorian neck bolts.

Frankenstein’s Monster: still fictional, suddenly newsworthy, and proof that the biggest “outcasts” can hijack the headlines when culture’s in need of a decent existential cry. This has been Marcus Ellery, telling you to subscribe so you never miss an update on the Monster himself—and don’t forget to search for “Biography Flash” if you want more mind-blowing biographies, delivered with slightly less brooding. Thanks for listening, and remember: if you ever feel misunderstood, at least your creator didn’t abandon you after three chapters.

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