Frankenstein's Monster's Monster, Frankenstein

It's more than a sketch and more than a comedy doodle. It's a ludicrously knotted send-up of the craft of acting and a near-hallucinatory mocking of the seriousness that actors place in hokey, blood-and-thunder work.

For better or worse, the special unquestionably belongs to Harbour. That center flourishes when he's left to his own devices.

In the end, all that matters is that the rules of old television are broken. There is no form. Here, watch this thing we did, or not. There's something oddly likeable about that.

[D]espite the ego of the theater being a familiar target, the special nevertheless feels fresh in both the specificity of its satire and its surprising cast.

[T]he whole enterprise feel[s] indulgent, a vanity project for one of Netflix's biggest stars and not one that demands in any real way to exist.

Harbour, Kate Berlant and Michael Lerner are a treat, and with the whole thing running at just half an hour, it's perfect to watch while you're trying to figure out what to watch.

...amusement is to be found...

A refreshing mockumentary that allows David Harbour to shine. [Full Review in Spanish]

To say this was a waste of film would be wrong, but also right because it doesn't strive to be the best of the best.

Frankenstein's Monster's Monster, Frankenstein may fly over the heads of all but the most devoted young students of the history of cinema.