Aaron Eckhart is one of those guys Hollywood doesn't know what to do with, the kind of person often attached to the sentence "A fine actor, but...." He's handsome but not quirky, not quite Clooney-level charismatic but leaps and bounds above a Bradley Cooper. Somebody took a chance on making him an action hero and he certainly looks the part—Victor Frankenstein, in this Dark Horse Comics version of the story, used some bangin' corpses to make his monster—but unfortunately it comes in a movie unworthy of his (fine) talents. In modern-day London, Frankenstein, a loner going on 200 years, discovers he is the pawn in a secret war between gargoyles (good) and demons (uh). The demon leader Naberius (Bill Nighy, nice choice) has been keeping corpses under the earth for centuries, waiting on Frankenstein to show him the reanimated way. Stabbing along at a plodding 90 minutes, I, Frankenstein is toothless and dull, with no fun to be found, a PG-rated Saturday morning cartoon at best. Keep swinging, Eckhart.