Aren't we all a little bit like Peter Lorre? Aren't we all driven a little crazy by unrequited love? Don't we all feel ugly and unworthy of love from time to time? Don't we all want to hire a drunken housekeeper who acts like a pirate with a parrot on her shoulder? Don't we all want to dress up like a cross between Dr. Doom and Hannibal Lecter and do crazy things?
Gothic horror classic from director Karl Freund features another great tortured performance from Peter Lorre. A spirited rendition of Maurice Renard's oft-filmed classic story 'The Hands of Orlac', with extraordinary Expressionistic visual imagery, exploration of themes years ahead of its time, and some surprising wit - this is an absolute classic and a must for classic horror fans.
La locura como respuesta a la amputación o alteración del cuerpo es una redundante en el cine de terror de los años 30. Tal vez Tod Browning con "The unknown" (1927) inicio esta fascinación, solo que su personaje siempre estuvo loco, a diferencia del pianista Orlac que es misteriosamente posesionado por la maldad de un asesino. Pero eso es lo de menos, el doctor Gogol es lo mejor...esa dualidad innata.
Freund's final film is a take on The Hands of Orlac that has everything right: Gregg Toland's cinematography that's reminiscent of Citizen Kane, Colin Clive, and a phenomenal "M"-like performance by Lorre.
Peter Lorre is Stewie 1.0.
You can see they tried to capture some of Fritz Lang's cinematic mojo here (the trailer even mentions it). In a completely unrelated bit of personal trivia: my dad once exchanged pleasantries with a five o'clock shadowed Peter Lorre at LAX.