A thin Arabian Nights fantasy covers one of Lubitsch's most complex romantic contraptions. A fascinating one too, since Lubitsch himself co-stars as a deformed showman in unrequited love with his leading lady. Watch him play the music so she can entertain a crowd, while knowing his own desires will always go unfulfilled. Did this role have some resonance for him? Or did he take it because it was a chance to be hammy?
love + geometry synergy in the cloth shop kissing scene! enough to endow one with the attributes of another, enough to invert the sharp chiaroscuro of reason and sentiment and blend them into a tender sfumato, in which heart keeps its reasons, and reason its imaginative hearth. and Lubitsch achieves this with merely two hanging sleeves. add pola negri, opening like a flower of raw seduction in her dancing reverie.