"Jacob Elordi was too handsome to play Frankenstein's Monster."
Listen here, heathens and non-believers.
Frankenstein wanted to create life.
So he built a man. He methodically designed him, carefully chose the right parts, crafted him to satisfaction. Restless days and sleepless nights were dedicated to erect a monument to mankind's progression of science. Every discovery made in Biology was meant to accumulate together into an impossible outcome. Countless parts not deemed worthy were discarded. Pools and pools and pools of blood, spilt and wasted and soured.
Along the way, Victor Frankenstein forgot all about creating life, and became obsessed with creating perfection.
Creating a life was no longer enough for him. After all, women could create life all along, through reproduction and birth. But Frankenstein did not want to be a woman.
Only a God could create perfection.
Victor no longer cared for the art of study, experimentation, and invention, but that HE was the scholar, HE was the scientist, HE was the inventor. It no longer mattered what he was doing, only that he was the one doing it. No one else could reach the bar he was setting, no would ever be as intelligent and ambitious as he.
He got high on this journey, getting off on the fact he was the only one bold and brilliant enough to take it.
But then the journey ended.
And Victors idea was no longer a dream or a series of plans and blueprints, but a person.
A person standing right in front of him.
Victor became afraid. But it was not because his creation was a scary monster, some hulking, drooling thing. He was afraid, because he created something better than him.
He was no longer the greatest, he was no longer the God.
Because he was imperfect, and this creature was not.
This creature was hauntingly beautiful. But also strong and intelligent, and strangely so, unlike him, used his strength and intelligence, to be kind.
Just for the sake of being so.
Victor became jealous of this man without weakness or sin, and he punished him for it.
He beat the Creature. He starved his Creature of sunlight and affection. He locked the Creature away in his basement, with the mold and the rats and the roaches.
Then, Elizabeth discovered him.
And even filfthy, nervous, uneducated, covered in scars, and chained like a mutt, Elizabeth found him to be thoughtful, tender, and soulful,
A beautiful human worth taking a risk on, a human worth befriending, a human worth kneeling down and speaking with upmost gentleness.
Elizabeth did not care for Victor, the wealthy, smart, belligerent man. Rather, she cared for the Creature.
So even stripped naked, emancipated, strange, and unruly, the Creature was still better than Victor Frankenstein. Still more perfect than he.
Victor grew mad with envi.
He made perfection but he himself could never be. He could be the greatest man again though, if he killed his competition.
But he made the Creature too well.
He couldn't even kill it.
He was so perfectly made, that he could not die.
So no, Jacob Elordi is not "too handsome" to play the Creature. Rather he is not perfect enough.
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