Film

The Blue Angel

Name: The Blue Angel
Genre: Drama
Released: 1930
Cast: Emil Jannings, Marlene Dietrich, Kurt Gerron, Rosa Valetti, Hans Albers

The film that made Marlene Dietrich an icon and gave cinema one of its cruelest cautionary tales: a prim, respected schoolmaster falls for a cabaret singer and is dismantled, indignity by indignity, until nothing of him remains. Early German sound filmmaking, thick with smoke and shadow, moving at a slow, punishing pace. For anyone who wants to watch a man's dignity dissolve in real time, beautifully and mercilessly photographed.

TMDb rating

7.3

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