Jessie Buckley's anguished scream of a performance can't sustain an ambitious feminist opera that feels unintentionally, conspicuously tailor-made to align with Warner Bros.' neighboring DC properties. For all the couple of unspoken minutes Elsa Lanchester appears as the “Bride of Frankenstein” in James Whale’s 1935 movie, Maggie Gyllenhaal was left wondering, “What’s she thinking?” Whatever Dr. Frankenstein’s Bride was thinking under her conically shaped head of electrocuted hair apparently