It's always cool to see rare, barely seen films from famous directors. This one is Fritz Lang's take on M. Butterfly (a story (a novel? a play?) with which I am unfamiliar), about a Japanese woman who marries a European man, only to be abandoned by him, poor and pregnant. The story of the film is very good and should have made a better film. Unfortunately, Lang's direction is very unimpressive and plodding. The actors, too are poor, except for Lil Dangover as the Japanese woman, who is merely adequate. It reeks of early directorial effort. It's definitely worth seeing if you get the chance, if only as a curio. 6/10.
PS: the quotation I cited in the summary above is actually spoken in the film by a Buddhist monk who wants to destroy the Japanese woman. Can you think of any god more intimidating than the Buddha? I know I can't.
PS: the quotation I cited in the summary above is actually spoken in the film by a Buddhist monk who wants to destroy the Japanese woman. Can you think of any god more intimidating than the Buddha? I know I can't.