Another disappointing H.G. Wells' adaptation, The Island of Dr. Moreau is a remake of the 1932 masterpiece, Island of Lost Souls. Despite Wells' outspoken dislike of Lost Souls' focus on the outright horror of the premise rather than its philosophical themes, it's still a fascinating piece of filmmaking that contextualizes the censorship period of the early talkies. The 1996 adaptation is neither. Instead, John Frankenheimer gives Wells fans a ham-fisted and disappointing cheese fest that bears a reasonable resemblance to the source material but captures none of its charm, its existential grandeur or its terrifyingly accurate implications for genetic manipulation in the century following its release. For a film that has the benefit of (literally) 100 years of hindsight, Frankenheimer's adaptation offers little in the way of hindsight—or foresight, for that matter.