By David Fear He’s a reanimated corpse, cursed to wander the land in a state of existential misery for centuries! She’s a former moll for a two-bit gangster, brought back from the dead to become his soulmate! You could say they’re made for each other — literally, in her case. Not that this young woman with a serious bone to pick with the patriarchy had much of a choice in the matter. Her would-be groom and his doctor friend dug her up, enlisted a scientist to pump thousand of volts of electricity through her, and now they simply expect her to play house for all of eternity? Fuck that! Doesn’t she have a say in any of this? Why, it’s enough to make a once-dead, now alive again and extremely angry lady start a revolution and burn the whole rotten, sexist infrastructure to the ground. The Bride! — Maggie Gyllenhaal’s radical, fit-to-burst take on The Bride of Frankenstein — is, at its molten core, all about agency. Who gets it, who doesn’t, and how so much of it seems to run across chromosome-based lines.…