Showing posts with label german expressionism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label german expressionism. Show all posts

Thursday, June 17, 2010

M (1931)


M
Director: Fritz Lang
Germany 1931
105 min
Starring: Peter Lorre, Otto Wernicke, Ellen Widman, Inge Landgut and Theodor Loos.
Nero-Film AG




Yesterday was my 22nd birthday, and what better way to celebrate that than watching a seagull flying away with a sloppy roadkill fluttering in the wind? That lovely view of a utopian Sweden was of course after I watched Fritz Lang's M, which I hadn't seen in too many years. In short, it was a pretty morbid birthday - completely Lolita style.

Recently I have been in a Fritz Lang mood, and have pestered all my friends about how awesome that (to say the least) excentric German is. When my fiancé then told me that, since it was my birthday, I should choose any film I wanted to us to watch together. I reached for one of the first contributions to my DVD collection - my 2-disc special edition of M. I was not the typical teenager when I bought it at 16 years of age.

I can only imagine how much has been said about this classic, and I believe at least half of it is stretching the truth. When reading the trivia section at IMDb, one finds out that Fritz Lang was inspired to make the film when he read an article about "The Vampire of Düsseldorf", Peter Kürten, who was a serial murderer in Germany in the 1920's. In the same section one can read that Lang denied that connection. One can also read that the angry mob at the end of the film were all real criminals, and that 24 of them were imprisoned soon after the completion of the movie. How entertaining this might be, it is also a fact that Lang was that kind of a man who preferred to twist the truth in order to tell a great story, rather than telling the boring reality. (He was never offered to be the lead director of Nazi Germany - the Nazis did not have to "settle" for Leni Riefenstahl.)


Might be one of the coolest men to have walked the Earth.


Anyway. This film is frightening, and especially the first and the last scenes have aged like fine wine. For those who have not seen this film yet (shame on you), I will not discuss the intense and panicky last scene, but instead I will make one of my screen-shot filled posts and discuss the opening of this masterpiece.

I suddenly remember that one of my readers was amused by the fact that one can tell how much I like a film by the amount of screenshots included in the post. Well said, well analyzed. I'm a predictable person.




The film starts with a black screen, and the beginning of a nursery rhyme. Children on the sidewalk fade in, chiming:


Wait, just wait
a little while,
soon the boogeyman will come to you
with his chopping knife
He'll cut small pieces out of YOU!


A woman shouts at the children to stop singing that horrible rhyme, and complains to a neighbor about them. The other woman cynically says that she should be happy as long as they can still hear the children.

We cut to a cute girl going home from school, playing with a ball. She stops to bounce the ball against a poster, informing the public about a roaming child murderer. Two pair of siblings have disappeared within half a year, and it seems like they have fallen victim to the same murderer.




And then, the epic appearance of a shadow. The man says, "You've got a pretty ball! What's your name, child?", and gets the answer "Elsie Beckmann."





The picture fades, and we're back with the mother waiting for her daughter to come home. She looks at the cuckoo clock. She hears some children in the staircase, and enters the hallway to greet her daughter. Of course, they were only the neighbor's kids.




A short sequence shows the mysterious man buying Elsie a balloon from a blind seller, which she thanks him happily for. They walk off screen together.




We cut back to the mother, who is now asking the postman if he has seen Elsie. He hasn't. She looks down the staircase, which is empty. She puts a hand to her stomach, starting to look worried. She looks out the window and at the cuckoo clock again. We see an empty chair in front of a table set for dinner.



Then we cut to a shot of bushes, from which a ball is rolling out. A ballon has flown away and gotten stuck in some electricity pylons.




The screen fades to black, and it is quite for a little while. The next thing we hear is a newspaper man shouting "Extra! Extra!" And Elsie Beckmann is no more.




It was not the first time I saw this film, and yet I got chills down my spine. And the last scene is equally unsettling, showing the greed, hatred and ugliness of common people. And although shocking, the most interesting part isn't where a freudian graphologist analyzes the murderer's handwriting and speaks of his sexuality (what a daring indication for 1931!), either.




No, the most interesting part of M is still not the fact that it handles the subject of child murderers this early in film history, and on top of that during the Depression when people mostly wanted to get away from the harsh reality. The fascinating part is its refusal to separate any character into black or white, evil or good. A famous example of this is where Lang cuts between a meeting of police officers and other high shots, and a strikingly similar meeting with criminals. The police of course want to catch the hideous murderer, but the criminals want to catch him themselves since he is keeping the police far too active for their business to go around. A very amusing scene is when the police is raiding a speakeasy, and the items they find there are not pretty.




On a little side note, I have to mention that the lovely and slightly corrupt Inspector Lohmann plays an important part in this film, just like he does in Das Testament des Dr. Mabuse (1933) - the same character and the same actor. The films have otherwise nothing in common apart from the director. I find this quite amusing.


Inspector Lohmann, always with a cool cigarr holder.

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...


Friday, November 20, 2009

Dr. Mabuse: The Gambler (1922)








Dr. Mabuse, der Spieler
Director: Fritz Lang
Germany 1922
237 min
Starring: Rudolf Klein-Rogge, Aud Egede Nissen, Gertrude Welcker, Alfred Abel, Bernhard Goetzke, Paul Richter and Robert Forster-Larrinaga, among others.

Co-written by fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou.

Part one: Ein Bild der Zeit (transl. "A Picture of Time") 123 min.
Part two: Inferno des Verbrechens (transl. "Inferno of Crime") 112 min.