The reviews are uniformly positive, and nearly all of them come back to Ian McKellen. His James Whale is the reason most critics give for seeing the film, with several calling it the performance that carries everything around it. Brendan Fraser’s gardener draws warmer notice than expected, and Bill Condon’s use of flashbacks to Whale’s past, along with his variations on the Frankenstein films, is credited with giving the character study its shape.
The spread is narrow; the disagreement is over how much the film beyond McKellen amounts to. The Los Angeles Times finds the rest does not match his subtlety, Variety doubts the historical fiction in the final stretch, and The Guardian notes some clumsy exposition while placing it below Sunset Boulevard. Roger Ebert calls it good-hearted rather than deep. The warmest notices, from The New Yorker and The New York Times, treat it as a resonant portrait of gay Hollywood in Whale’s era.
