“I, Frankenstein” is bad because it’s lazy. Pedestrian. Bland. In profiling Frankenstein’s monster (Aaron Eckhart), now ruggedly handsome and equipped in clothes from the Gap’s vagabond slim line, ...

From the producers and one of the writers of the Underworld franchise comes another everything-but-the-kitchen-sink horror fantasy, which piles on so many pulpy conceits that you might be carried ...