"I am Edmond Dantès!" This lesser Murnau, a dragging whodunnit, is not in fact a Count of Monte Cristo litflick, but its one noticeable coup de théâtre lies in anagnorisis, the age-old narrative effect securing the "change from ignorance to knowledge" and in particular the recognition of a person by another, often by unmasking, providing the "clou" for a respectable, d/tense plot, which sadly ain't the case here. 2,5
Beware poor prints of this 1921 Murnau chamber drama, like the one offered on Netflix, in which a country party in a big old country mansion becomes rife with intrigue and suspicions when a suspected murderer crashes the party. Otherwise, on a clear print, as offered by Kino, the drama is decent, and as always Murnau's lighting and framing are excellent.