Reviews of Splice (or rather, the spoilers in the comments here) remind me of the similar plot device in Patlabor: W-13 (discussed here), which Germaine Greer also attributes to Frankenstein.

And if you're in the mood for a bit of literary schadenfreude (and you hated being made to read books like Frankenstein back in high school), Greer's article provides a scorching evisceration of the "torpid lit-hist-crit establishment."

Though reading Greer again (as in: "The climactic points of the action remain undescribed, usually because the abnormally sensitive male narrator has fainted or fled or become deathly sick"), I couldn't help thinking of Twilight.

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