Yo, there is nothing else like a Fritz Lang epic. What's funny is it seems like he didn't progress at all during his twenty-plus-year career making small-scale noirs and stuff in Hollywood -- when he returns to this kind of material there seems to be no difference in his approach between the late 50s and the early 20s except the addition of color and the absence of intertitles. Which is fine by me and lends the whole thing a weird anachronistic vibe. It's actually a pretty small film compared to Die Nibelungen or Metropolis but it's no less lavish, and I gotta especially big-up the costume designer, that aspect was consistently out of this world. It took me awhile to get in synch with the bizarre tone but once I did I was definitely lost in the magic.
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