Showing posts with label Conrad Veidt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conrad Veidt. Show all posts

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)



Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari
Director: Robert Wiene
Germany 1920
71 min
Starring: Werner Krauss, Conrad Veidt, Friedrich Feher, Lil Dagover and Hans Heinrich von Twardowski, among others.




I've been in something of a psychological rot lately, something that often happens when the seasons are changing. Or when I haven't slept or eaten enough. Or if I have forgotten my medication. Or if I'm hung over. Hell, about seventy eleven times a year, so it's nothing special. But Jesus, is it hard to find energy to write something here, and much less the energy to visit other blogs. I beg of forgiveness for my negligence.

But what can cheer one up if not a weird expressionistic German film? Sadly enough I missed the chance to watch Caligari on the big screen. Well, I didn't miss it as much as I frustrated left the theater when I realized that the copy shown was neither tinted nor had any musical accompaniment at all. That is to take the silent bit a little too far. An artistic catastrophe, in my book.

Instead I watched the film the other day with a glass of rosé wine and a tired boyfriend. I have seen it before, but certain films demand regular re-visits. It also happens that German expressionism is a subject we currently talk about in school. (I still can't believe the amazingness of studying film! And I can't believe that "amazingness" isn't a word accepted by the spell check.)


The beauty and the beast.


Caligari is however one heck of an awesome film. I haven't any base for the following statement, but I believe it must be one of the earliest films with a twist ending. For those who haven't seen it yet, I will say no more than that there is an explanation for the theatrical acting and weird surroundings more than a poor inflation struck German film industry. (The acting was in fact the thing that bother my co-viewer most, while I calmly thought "Just wait and see, love...") But I must add that the Germans were pretty clever handling the bad economy - making an entire film style based on cardboard exteriors scribbled with graffiti.

I might also add that the film industry was the one thing that never suffered greatly from the inflation: the Germans had no need to put money in the bank since the value of the currency sank for every day, so they instead spent the money immediately by for instance going to the movies. Again: smart Germans.


Conrad Veidt - the emo guy.


It's noteworthy that Conrad Veidt, playing the somnambulist Cesare, probably is most known as Major Strasse in Casablanca (1942). (The actor playing Alan, with the glorious name of Hans Heinrich von Twardowski, also appears in Casablanca as the German officer with Yvonne. I have no idea if this was a clever thing or a coincidence, though.) My point with this paragraph is however that this is an example of why the first 50 or so years of film industry is so fascinating: the fact that the same actor can appear in both Caligari and Casablanca, two films that stylistically are light years from each other, shows how much happened with the art of cinema in that relatively short amount of time. One can't see that great of an evolution if one would compare a 1987 film with one from last year.


I created a Dr. Caligari character in Sims yesterday.
My computer screwed up and now he's lost forever.


I realized something beautiful with being a film student recently. Films I have wanted to see for a long time but for some reason never got around to yet, am I finally being push toward viewing. I will for example soon watch Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927), The Crowd (1928) and The Wind (1928) - all of them films I haven't yet seen. And The Wind is even directed by Swedish Victor Sjöström! Sometimes I feel like a bad person.

Speaking of Victor Sjöström I had wanted to write something about his masterpiece The Phantom Carriage (1921), that I delightfully and emotionally experienced on the big screen last week. But as I said - the mental rot wanted me to play Nintendo DS 24/7 instead. Perhaps I will write something about that film further on, because it certainly deserves to be highlighted.


I now own it on DVD, in a box set with five other Swedish silent classics. Neat!


Tomorrow I will visit the cinema with my dear mother to watch Shutter Island (2010). I read the book and found it irresistible (but Gone, Baby, Gone by the same author sucked really hard), so I'm pretty excited. I did however watch Alice in Wonderland (2010) in 3D last week - finally! A truly magical and somewhat uncomfortable experience. No, the 3D technique isn't yet perfected, but bring out your inner child and try to imagine watching The Creature from the Black Lagoon in the 1950's. It's a pretty retro experience, and I do recommend watching the latest Tim Burton creation during those circumstances.


Soon I will watch you. Very soon...


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Men and cigarettes - part 2

It seemed popular to show half naked men in a post some time ago, to break from the pattern of beautiful half naked women, so I'll go ahead and do a follow-up on my Men and Cigarettes post from February. Then I added the cause of death also (just to make it a little more depressing), so I'll continue in that manner.
Enjoy - Men and cigarettes - part 2! As usual you can just click on the pictures to see them in a larger version. If you are like me and steal pictures on every site you visit, that is.

(I will do my best to do a follow-up on the Male Cheesecake post ASAP. Fight your demons until then, ladies!)


Alain Delon (1935-)
I just recently realized how God darn good looking Mr. Delon is. Phuh...


Chico Marx (1887-1961)
(Heart ailment)
I can't remember if I already have confessed on this blog that I find Chico Marx extremely sexy. I was oh-so delighted when I found this picture of him - here's your proof of his sex appeal. And the fact that he got his name because he "chased the chicks" just adds to my opinion of him as one of the most desirable ladies men ever. (Am I being weird again? I can seldom tell.)


Conrad Veidt (1893-1943)
(Heart attack)
The cool German actor you probably remember best as Gestapo Maj. Strasser in Casablanca (1942). He died while playing golf. As he was blacklisted in Nazi Germany his death wasn't officially announced - his wife and daughter heard about it on the radio.


Harry Langdon (1884-1944)
(Cerebral hemorrhage)
Does this look like a guy who ran away from home and joined a circus at the age of 12?


James Dean (1931-1955)
(Car crash)
This picture just makes me drool... (When I ordered a calender you could make yourself online I chose this picture for my birthday month. As a present to myself.)


Michael Caine (1933-)
Oh, how I adore Englishmen! This is the son of a fish-market porter and a charlady. He is also the father of Austin Powers.


Preston Sturges (1898-1959)
(Heart attack)
The director of the 1941 films Sullivan's Travels and The Lady Eve looks like someone I wouldn't like to meet in a dark alley by myself. (Or maybe I would...?)


Raoul Walsh (1887-1980)
(Natural causes)
Together with two extras, Italia and Venezia Frandi, in the days before a killer rabbit stole one of his eyes. Such beautiful, bright eyes too.


Ricardo Cortez (1899-1977)
(Natural causes)
An Austrian guy who went to Hollywood to make a career as an "exotic screen lover", went on to play Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1931), and by the end of his life he was a member of one of Wall Street's top brokerage firms. He died after having lived quite a comfortable life.
Notice that the article above says he was born in 1889 and not 1899. Typo or intentionally wrong information?


Robert Montgomery (1904-1981)
(Cancer)
Such a beautiful photograph. Quote from Mr. Montgomery:

"If you are lucky enough to be a success, by all means enjoy the applause and the adulation of the public. But never, never believe it."



(Pancreatic cancer)
Seems like a privileged fellow - bathing in Fontana Di Trevi with a Swedish blonde one minute, lying in a bed next to Sophia Loren and airing his hairy chest the next.


Tod Browning (1880-1962)
(Cancer)
Looking cool with Lon Chaney on a break from shooting The Road to Mandalay (1926). Chaney looks just a tiny bit creepy. Oh, and he died of lung cancer four years later.
*anti-smokers cheering*