Bringing to the screen an obsessive and fatalistic world populated by a rogues’ gallery of strange and twisted characters, Lang staked out a uniquely hostile corner of the cinematic universe; despair, isolation, helplessness, all found refuge in the shadows of his work. A product of German Expressionist thought, he explored humanity at its lowest ebb, with a distinctively rich and bold visual sensibility which virtually defined film-noir long before the term was even coined. Born Friedrich Christian Anton Lang in Vienna, Austria, on December 5, 1890, he initially studied to become an artist and architect. He first entered the German film industry as a writer, penning a series of horror movies and thrillers beginning with 1917’s Hilde Warren Und Der Tod. In 1919, he and director Robert Wiene teamed on the script of The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, and although Lang exited in the pre-production stages to begin work on another project, his major contribution to the story, a framing device… read more
Why do so many great movies from the forties end so ungracefully?! Apart from screeching to a slightly unsatisfying halt, this was great. Like a smoothie of thriller, horror, melodrama with some Freudian shenanigans sprinkled on top. It feels like Lang might have suffered some studio tinkering but it seems almost worth it as the results are dream-like and psychologically perverse! Also Miklós Rózsa is wickles.
A misfire, but the combination of Lang's atmospheric cinematography and pseudo -Freudianism (especially when the rooms appear) makes this one of the strangest Hollywood films I've seen in a while. How fitting is it that Joan Bennett starred in Dario Argento's Suspiria in the 70s; watching this it felt like a proto-Giallo that fed the imaginations of Italian genre directors.
Aided immensely by the cinematography of Cortez, Lang's film contains some masterly direction and some beautiful images but on the whole doesn't hold up for me and is one of his minor works. Appearing in her fourth film with Lang, Bennett plays the wife of brooding architect Redgrave who 'collects' rooms in which murders have taken place. She has to uncover the secret behind the one door that always remains locked...
Much of this is very effective--the whole concept had me from the start--but like a lot of mysteries, its ending is unable to support the weight of what's been so eerie and mysterious up till then. I.e., for me, the lackluster "solution" to the films' enigmatic atmosphere just ends up letting all the air out of the room. (Great to watch Bennett pre-Suspiria though; and the wedding scene reminds me of The Locket.)
One of the downsides of going to the Rotterdam Film Festival (more on which next week) was having to miss a whole week of Film Forum’s essential
Images of melancholy, void, and terror. From Fritz Lang's Secret Beyond the Door (1948), featuring Joan Bennett and Michael Redgrave, cinematography