For anyone who has not seen the Variete Blu yet, the Tiger Lilies score is outright perplexing. It's as bad a choice as the Art Zoyd "industrial" Nosferatu put out by Kino/FWMS about a decade ago.
Stuff like this really baffles me. There are actually LYRICS to the damned score, with some guy reciting a "poem" about Huller in the beginning when Boss is called by the jailer to confess finally and unburden himself of his sins.
This is for the German reconstruction of the original version. For the Jesse Lasky version from the US Library of Congress there is a more suitable organ score which works.
As for the restorations themselves of the two different "versions" of the film (I put quotes around versions because the source material for the German reconstruction used insert material taken from the US print), they are stunning. Like the export print held by the US Library of Congress for Tartuffe, these prints have lovely sepia printing running throughout, with no modulations for nighttime, although for one scene where
the infidelity between Artinelli and diPutti's character are played out,
the fireworks in the background are pinkish toned.
The German version looks more 35 mm-ish, whereas I can't tell if the US version is a 16 reduction or not.
Either way, seeing this masterwork in this shape is beyond amazing, with Karl Freund at his absolute finest, illustrating for me once again why he has always been my favorite cameraman (the played out nature of so many of these well known Murnau/Lang/etc films be damned). The man was just a magician. Without him to facilitate the ideas of DuPont, who was a workingman's director with a couple of really well punctuated films to his credit (but no Lang, no Paul Leni, no Murnau, not even a Pabst) this would have been a far different film. This catches Freund right in that extraordinary period of peak experimental creativity with Murnau via
Der Letzte Mann/Tartuffe, Lang with
Metropolis, Dreyer with
Mikael, and here with DuPont on
Variete. It's likely the supreme period of his career where he took the cinema and the camera from Lupu Pick's opening moves of highly psychological tracking, and blasted it like an artillery shell into the sky. There is so much foundational material in this film, particularly for Murnau, who mined from it heavily in Four Devils. . . also the burning eyes of George OBrien as he advances on Janet Gaynor in the boat in Sunrise is a direct lift of
Janning's advance on the drunken Artinelli in the hotel room.
Versus the various stages of copies I've had of this film over the past twenty or so years, this is just heaven. I had no idea this disc was even coming a month ago. Then--KERPOWIE!
Grand stuff. Anyone with a passing interest in cinema should grab this Blu prontissimo. English subs on board.