The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
The revelation is
provided quite early, in the Argentine, with an admirable division of the
scene. There is a German son-in-law out for home and
“super-culture”, there is a French son-in-law persuaded to return
home so his daughter can dance and the boy paint.
The horsemen ride
through heaven, it ends in the trenches or more properly the graveyards of the
Armistice.
A very
influential film, one can follow its workings through the years to
Glenville’s The Comedians, for example, among many others.
The miracle of
the Marne is represented dramatically. Desnoyers left France in his youth, a
socialist and pacifist, now he buys crazily to fill his castle in Villeblanche.
The Germans bomb and shatter the town, commandeer the castle, a fatal act of
resistance heralds the dawn.
Valentino
fulminates in a low dive where he shows up the house tango partner, he
subsequently keeps an atelier in Paris with a bevy of models and a mistress who
is married to one of his father’s friends. The Germans practice war and
motherhood for war.
The precise
moment that ends the film has young Desnoyers and young Hartrott, each with a
pistol in his hand, recognize each other by the light of a flare in the sky on
a dark night of rain and mud in no man’s land, an artillery shell
obliterates them just then.
The parents
survive, and so does the husband blinded in action. Universal grief and an
admonition close the epilogue.
Among the cast
are Alice Terry as the mistress, Alan Hale the elder Hartrott (in his last
scene an amazing Germanic likeness), Wallace Beery the occupying officer, and
many who tell the merciless story to perfection, such as the suitor to a girl
with a tiny trimmed poodle he is most anxious to get out of the way.
The
Magician
Paris,
a gargoyle’s view.
The monstrous
sculpture cracks apart and buries Margaret Dauncey,
sculptress, in clay, a well-filmed bit of poetic justice that is only the
commencement.
The title
character needs a virgin’s blood for his alchemical formula.
After
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,
a somewhat less cataclysmic meditation on art and culture.
She’s the
girl that broke the bank at Monte Carlo!
A nut, the title character.
The
great experiment in the high tower is averted by her betrothed, there where
automobiles cannot reach.
It
ends in flames like any Frankenstein,
still more, it ends quite exploded.