What a timeless confection of romance and scandal. It's as if I can smell the perfume clinging to the gowns as they fall to the art studio floor, feel the nap of the chinchilla muff, daub the flushed skin of a bourgeois wife's figure just released from the bones on a tight corset, thrill to her gay call for more champagne--all immersed in pale 'fin de siecle' lamp light. What an effervescent touch. Oh Willi, you rake
Review of Masquerade in Vienna
Masquerade in Vienna
(1934)
Wish pre 1940's American films would take note of this.
13 September 2020