One of the great joys of my life—besides my family and guitars and Canadian beer and history books and German beer and Breaking Bad reruns and Belgian beer—is horror movies. Especially old ones. I was always partial to the Universal monster flicks, with Lugosi and Carradine and the two Chaneys. But I think Boris Karloff, as Frankenstein’s monster, was always underrated. There is actually some good acting going on in his first two movies as the creature. He’s not just grunting and stomping around. There is true substance behind the makeup, the...