I hit upon my ultrapersonal epitome of a popcorn film: very intense, outrageously well made to the point that ophthalmic spoilt brats can indulge in minutiae abruptly pillaged from a random sector in movie's regale: a pink drop in the fireworks, trapeze shots below 'star-lit' ceiling, fluttering curtains vs. stomach butterflies, tabletop dance, the Tiger Lillies like Jacquemarts striking the tension waves & spindrift
Imagine if Fassbinder's Franz Biberkopf was in a silent Tod Browning film about a bitter love triangle in the circus, that's what this picture is like. Starring Emil Jannings, impeccable restoration by Murnau Foundation 2015.
Truly amazing. The viennese restoration is stunning; the music score by The tiger lillies is weird but interesting. Sure, it basically makes the charachters speak (for real) and it's somewhat annoying. Still, great job.