Dear casting agent for the 1973 film Frankenstein and the Monster From Hell,
Fuck you.
No, seriously, fuck you.
You cast as a nameless part one of the best Doctors ever as a teeny tiny bit part while casting any number of other, vastly inferior actors in named roles that give them far more screen time and opportunity to let their talents shine. And yet Patrick Troughton got "grave robber."
Again, fuck you.
Sincerely,
Someone who isn't going to get bent out of shape that the other guy who played the Doctor who's in the film, Mr. Peter Cushing, got top billing. Tarkin fucking rules. But seriously, bad form, sir.
Honestly, I hate to swear so often in one post (particularly when it's really just the same thing over and over) but my outrage here is getting the better of me. While the movie theater Doctor (again, Cushing) appeared in nearly every goddamn Hammer Frankenstein movie (at least every one I can think of), this is the only one (to the best of my knowledge) that features Patrick Troughton.
Having watched and enjoyed this film, however, that's my only real complaint about the film. Good stuff. It's the "Frankenstein takes on an apprentice" plot again (for only the billionth time), but it's handled well. The more I think about the character of Frankenstein, though, the more surprised I am that Paul Ryan isn't an avowed Hammer Frank fan. I mean, this guy practically REEKS of the Nietzschean egoism that Mr. Ryan likes to pretend is simple "Objectivism." Okay, that's it for me on the mixing games and politics front.