Did the world really need another film version of Frankenstein? The box office figures for I, Frankenstein (whose best review, from Time magazine, described it as "definitely watchable a few months from now on your iPad") would suggest not. In its opening weekend in the US, it took a feeble US$8.3 million ($10 million). An impartial observer might note that the last big-budget adaptation - starring Robert De Niro as the non-titular monster - wasn't much cop either.
Perhaps it is simply the case that since films of Frankenstein have been made now for over 100 years, audiences might just not need to see it again. I have always worked on the premise that if Mel Brooks has parodied a genre, everyone else should leave it alone.
Admittedly, the book itself is a remake of sorts, hence its subtitle: The Modern Prometheus. But Mary Shelley cleverly waited a couple of millenniums after Aeschylus' big-budget production of Prometheus Bound before she reworked the story.
Surely the time has come for our film and TV producers to acknowledge that those of us who consume pop culture are worn out by remakes and reboots.
At least the gap between the De Niro Frankenstein and the current one was a positively languid 20 years.