I watched Metropolis this evening. It was boys' night out and the perfect opportunity for me to catch up on the laundry and watch the proletariat get fed into the maw of the machine.
Silent film actors sure clutch at their chests a lot. Looks a little too autoerotic when the ladies do it, just not very expressive of fear or worry or indigestion. Vast quantities of eyeliner too, the men totally load up on it. Also, the clawed hands? Kind of scary.
But the special effects are impressive and I want the curved bookshelves in the mad scientist's lair. There's a little touch of the Japonisme too: the red light district of Metropolis is called Yoshiwara.
118 words | October 25, 2005 09:02 PM | Real true story