A disappointingly conservative and patriarchal depiction of womanhood (and a woman's ideal of happiness) from the first major female Hollywood director. In terms of female silent film directors, Weber is no match for Maya Deren, who dares to imagine a genuinely non-patriarchal femininity. For a more affecting take on the dehumanizing experience of poverty from the same period, see F. W. Murnau's The Last Laugh.
Here lie the dried beans of seconds spread on the grease-creased tablecloth, and time’s cracked seedpods grinning empty for her to make shame’s necklace of. If Lamprecht’s “Under the Lantern” seems gloved on Blok’s “A night, a street”, then Weber's “Shoes” could find an eloquent backup on a page about vesper sacrifice, occurring at a time when everybody looks aside, when families meet around day’s only common course,