Of all the Universal Monsters, it’s a safe bet that the Frankenstein Monster has the least melodic singing voice. We know the Wolfman has a nice set of pipes, and I’ve always liked to think that Dracula, being Transylvanian, would opt to sing in gypsy punk, a la Gogol Bordello. But with a monosyllabic vocabulary and a throat recycled from a gallow’s corpse, the Frankenstein Monster is probably only rivaled by the Mummy as monster least likely to be given his own Broadway musical.
Not that bad ideas ever stopped Broadway, and if they never stopped Broadway, they sure as heck aren’t going to stop off-Broadway. In just two weeks, Frankenstein: The Musical will open at 37 Arts in New York City.
Needless to say, this will likely prove a gastronomic orgy for the devourer of camp. Consider, for example, the inevitable solo by the hunchbacked Igor when he decides to deliver to his master a diseased and mentally ill brain. Or Victor Frankenstein rushing madly back and forth in his lab, singing “It’s alive! It’s alive!” before breaking into a spontaneous dance number.
For those who are curious as to how deliciously bad this could possibly be, make sure to check out the official site and listen to their medley. A truly fine moment in the history of bad ideas.
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