There are stories that should be finished by now.

Not because they were resolved, but because they were overused.

This is one of them.

A tale retold so many times it usually arrives with a justification attached. A new angle. A modern lens. A promise that this version will finally say something different. Most do not. They rearrange familiar parts and call it relevance.

This one refuses to explain itself.

It did not feel like a reinterpretation to me. It felt like a return. Like a filmmaker going back to a question he never resolved and refusing to outsource the answer to irony or distance. Not nostalgia. Obligation. It behaves as if the question never stopped mattering in the first place.

What struck me most is how the monster is treated. Not as spectacle. Not as metaphor. Not as a device to move the plot forward. He is framed as an obligation that was mishandled. The horror does not come from the act of creation. It comes from withdrawal. From the moment care becomes inconvenient and someone chooses distance instead.

The film moves slowly, and that slowness is not indulgence. It is weight. Harm here does not erupt. It accumulates. Neglect stretches over time. Waiting becomes a condition rather than a pause. The pacing forces you to sit inside that duration instead of cutting around it for comfort.

Visually, the film feels made rather than produced. You feel hands in it. Texture. Restraint. A refusal to polish away friction. Nothing is optimised for momentum or thrill. When the film could make something impressive, it often chooses to make it costly instead. It understands that spectacle would let the audience off too easily.

This is not a story about science going too far. That reading is lazy. It is about what happens after creation, when responsibility arrives and is quietly declined. About how damage is often caused not by cruelty, but by avoidance. By people who do not think of themselves as villains, only as overwhelmed.

What stayed with me is how unashamed the film is of sincerity. No wink. No irony. No safety valve. It commits fully to its emotional position and accepts the cost of that choice.

I did not leave thinking about plot or technique. I left thinking about makers. About teachers. About parents. About anyone who brings something into the world and then steps back once care demands endurance.

Most films want your attention.

This one asks something harder.

It asks whether you are willing to stay.