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What is Fritz Lang's Berlin?

It's a sparse and barren place, cloaked in shadows, its inhabitants twisted in body and soul, either physically grotesque or enthralled to their basest, ugliest emotions. Police and criminals are indistinguishable, both decayed and decadent, venal and violent. And while the people of the city are justly fearful of the killer who lives amongst them—who preys on their children out of some horrific compulsion—that terror is no excuse for how they've given themselves over to fear and anger, eager to disregard the restraints of law and civilization to satisfy its impulses.

These are people who might let a strongman take hold. They might *celebrate* a strongman taking hold.