Set in the backdrop of a South American revolution are the grangrenous, blood-loving evil plotting living dead. The products of Dr. Frankenstein, whom had escaped a Nazi-invaded Europe in his continuous pursuit of immortality, survives and are led by the voracious Veronique. She is eager to avenge her life for Dr Frankenstein's death, as ironies go; while Frankenstein's son scours the earth to find him and confront his father for the life given.

What made the play profoundly perplexing to absorb, I found, was theatre debutant Melissa Maureen's stiff (pun intended) delivery of Veronique. While her lines seemed delivered flawlessly, what fell short of exuding the highs and lows of the play was her lack of emotional body language. I honestly had to rethink a few times what each scene were trying to deliver, had her words been accompanied by more fiercely mercurial moods.

However, the other players whom I enjoyed and felt were notably well casted were Kennie Dowle as Dr Frankenstein, Ari Ratos as Camilo Bozuffi (I loved the accent!) - despite the two being last minute additions; Mary George as Maria, Ng U-En as Dr Fook and Bharani as Mattos.

Overall, Frankenstein in Love was relatively entertaining. For its effort with the wonderful lights and sound effects accompaniment as well. However, it was my expectations that the shock factor would've been turned up two notches though.

If you're going to watch, note Douglas Lim's Lazaro weiding a real power drill in his hands. Apparently, he's shocked himself a few times drilling his head with it during the play. Kids, he might be a superstar, but don't do this at home.