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MARY SHELLEY'S FRANKENSTEIN (R) Directed by and starring Kenneth Branagh, this new version has fine, perverse touches, but in the end it's strangely listless. Robert De Niro's creature is a haunting image. Head shaved, with barbed-wire stitches curlicued across his face, he lumbers through the snow like a deranged monk. But then, as he prepares to confront Frankenstein (Branagh), the ''father'' who created and abandoned him, something unexpected happens: The dramatic life begins to seep out of the movie. The key problem is Branagh's own performance. As Frankenstein, he's too wholesome-a kind of fervid workaholic yuppie who never seems truly possessed of a dark side. B ( 247, Nov. 4) -OG


 

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