This is what happens when you barely open anything I want to see on a weekend, Hollywood:
I wind up going through my books, finishing The Future Is Japanese and chugging right through Hard Case's rediscovery of Robert Silverberg's Blood on the Mink. Some Nicolas Cage at the Brattle, Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes at the Harvard Film Archive, and Safety Not Guaranteed when I found myself shut out of the Cumberbatch/Miller Frankenstein at the Coolidge.
I've got to say, I was darn disappointed to not get into that; it runs again on Monday, but that's the version I saw last year with Benedict Cumberbatch as Victor and Jonny Lee Miller as the Creature, and I really wanted to see it with the roles reversed (put this out on Blu-ray, someone!). And not just for the new and imagined subtext of how both are now playing a modern-day Sherlock Holmes on TV, the other one was really excellent. I guess I've learned a valuable lesson about not taking seats at these special presentations for granted, even when you are talking 10am on a Sunday morning.