Run that by again?
Even hetero dudes gotta admit there’s a reason why the ladies swooned over Randolph 
Or were you talking about Godzilla’s T-Rex like forelegs?
Trog. I felt so sorry for the poor, ugly, confused thing that I cried at the end of the movie.
Yes, but keep in mind Joan Crawford wasn’t exactly the best mother in the world (allegedly).
I wanted EVERYONE to die in that movie, but especially the screenwriter and director.
Karloff was quite the sympathetic “monster”. Excellent actor!
He’s only a “Monster” in a metaphorical sense, but one perfect example is The Jackal in the Fred Zinnemann film Day of the Jackal (which I’m now “re-reading” on audio, which is what brought it to mind).
The Jackal of the title is a soulless mercenary killer and assassin. He’s been hired by the French OAS to assassinate Charles de Gaulle. When he learns that his operation has been “blown” and his false identity exposed, he has to decide whether to give up, or to go on, trusting to his preparations to overcome the hurdles of increased security and the manhunt for him.
In the book, this internal struggle takes place in a nondescript place, but in Zinnemann’s film it happens rather dramatically when The Jackal pulls his rented convertible to a stop at a literal fork in the road, the sign pointing one way back to Italy (where he entered France), the other to Paris. He sits there in the car, motor running, contemplating the sign, then pulls the roof up on his car, and heads off rapidly and determinedly for Paris.
At this point, when I’ve seen the film in theaters, some people in the audience will cheer. Even though the Jackal is pretty clearly an evil person, going to kill someone merely for money and not out of conviction or passion, they admire his determination to confront the forces against him and to fight the odds. I think people admire that sort of self-confidence and bravado, even in the service of despicable goals.