Is it a horror movie? Not quite. It’s a scrappy punk feminist tragicomedy of l’amour fou, a renegade take-off on the "Frankenstein" mythology. And while the movie doesn’t entirely work — it lumbers along and blows fuses; it has plenty of flesh and blood but not enough storytelling spine — there’s a genuine spark of audacity to it. It’s alive in a way that Del Toro’s "Frankenstein" was not.