Fritz Lang only made Metropolis so that Giorgio Moroder could create this stunning masterpiece in 1984. This is what cinema was invented for.
And Lionel Atwin! And Fay Wray! And Two Strip Technicolor!
Michael Curtiz proves once more (how many dozen times has he actually done this!?) that he's simply one of the greatest artistic geniuses ever, and even the intrusive censoring of the film (I'd assume some of it must have happened post-1934?) can't harm this scorcher.
And did I mention Glenda Farrell?