History is doomed to repeat itself as long as the ruling class can convince themselves that they are relevant to society. A Camp classic that peels away the cold civility of European royal life and reveals The Leopard to be, comparatively, little more than billionaire propaganda. The aesthetic excesses denigrate rather than adulate the rich here, the flat field of view rendering humans as little more than statues.
A glistering, black-hearted historical epic unlike any other, filled with spoofery, satire and camp. It often feels like the actors are drowning in Von Sternberg’s baroque mise en scene and furious montages, but above them all stands Dietrich—a scornful goddess cast in pure marble who takes her rightful place among the carven, suffering saints of the palace in the film's barn-burner of a finale. Sternberg's finest.
Dietrich doesn’t become insolent or cheeky, in other words, herself, until halfway into the film. Until then, she is a frightened mouse, which she can’t play convincingly. Still, von Sternberg is a master of light and shadow. Everything looks exquisite. Even Sam Jaffe’s death’s head glows. The line readings have that peculiar rushed, unfelt rhythm typical of von’s films. It’s as if the lines don’t matter.
As a young, inebriated poet careening through the world like a bull in a china shop, my friends often used to call me Catherine. After Catherine the Great. As a heterosexual man I have likewise always felt an uncustomary kinship w/ starlets and divas, often having a tendency to play the roll of holy monster. Revisiting von Sternberg's THE SCARLETT EMPRESS is like turning over in my hand a fossil of my young soul.
The Scarlet Empress is a formidable film, one that is impeccably crafted & slyly subversive. Directed by Josef von Sternberg (the first I've seen by him), a filmmaker known for both being an 'enfant terrible' for his time & an autocratic as a director, it's astonishingly well made & flourishes some of the finest aestheticism of any Hollywood picture of its time (a time which was possibly Hollywood's best). [cont.]
The actors are not trying to hide that they live in the 20th century in the USA, the sets are designed for being "too much", there's no attempt to develop a moral message (i.e. a text in the end that says "Catherine II modernized Russia, blah, blah..." would be out of place). And yet, I couldn't say this film can't be taken seriously, or that it lacks balance, since it takes its style to its last consequences.
Oozes decadence, sexuality, and flamboyance. Through all the glistening costumes the actors are bursting with energy and maddening power. The master of shadow and light strikes again, creating a universe that is almost otherworldly. One of those rare movies where I don't care for historical accuracy. I just grab my tiara and enjoy the misty ride to sweet oblivion, where the real world is seen through a gauze.