Conceptually fascinating, I found the film itself to be ultimately pretty tedious.
A very different experience at home than in the theatre, despite a pretty big TV and good speakers — it's a film that aspires to, and usually achieves, hugeness, and as such the bigger the screen, the better. (I'm sorry not to have seen it on IMAX, and I rarely say that.)
But in the smaller, more intimate space of the living room, it revealed new wonders. The story and characters remain as predictable/familiar as before, but there's a certain…
Strange early Renoir -- a sort of pre-noir exploitation of noir tropes, or maybe itself nascent noir, something halfway between Dreyer's Vampyr and Hawks' The Big Sleep. There's one reel reportedly missing, lost to the ages, but I haven't any idea where it would fit into the film -- the editing is so raw that it's really primitive in its flow (anti-flow) and the plot is so mixed up that we hardly miss any points. The narrative is disconnected, but…