Film

Pandora's Box

Name: Pandora's Box
Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance
Released: 1929
Cast: Louise Brooks, Fritz Kortner, Francis Lederer, Carl Goetz, Krafft-Raschig

Pandora's Box is silent cinema at its most electric: G.W. Pabst's fever dream of appetite and consequence, anchored by Louise Brooks' Lulu, a performance so alive it barely reads as 1929. It's gorgeous, cruel, and startlingly candid about sex and class. Watch it for a face doing all the acting title cards can't, in a Weimar Berlin that already feels like it's collapsing.

TMDb rating

7.4

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