Oh, where to begin? The stagecraft and creative use of scrims and projections in lieu of sets is perfect to allow the flows of the dancers was brilliant! Mar-A-Lago as the womb of Frankenstein's hubris and innocence corrupted? Oh, my!
As for everyone's favorite character, the Creation? His birth throes were a rictus of agony at his unnatural birth and the pain of rejection by his own father. His shambling walk and ragged clothes remind us of how we also reject and abuse the poor and homeless among us. We are no better than Frankenstein.
The scene on the beach with the moon? Oh, how I wish I had chameleon eyes that could look at two things at once, the moon and the dancers.
The ONLY thing I disliked was the venue. I'm short, but I have been in theatres with steep rakes such that I could sit behind Kobe Bryant and still see. The Jube's architects overlooked the basic element of playhouses of sightlines. It's frustrating being in the third row and having one's view obstructed by a fellow patron, and she was my height.