Das Bildnis des Dorian Gray

Summary

In a candle-drizzled Berlin salon, where gaslight quivers like gossip on velvet walls, Dorian Gray—languid, porcelain, and cruelly luminous—commissions a canvas that will gulp his conscience whole. Richard Oswald’s 1917 variation on Wilde’s cautionary fable detonates the Faustian pact: instead of a portrait aging while its subject stays unblemished, the painting itself becomes a hemorrhaging ledger of every trespass, absorbing bruises, syphilitic rainbows, and the metallic stench of suicides. Sophie Pagay’s matriarchal duchess, half Medea and half market speculator, frames Dorian’s debauchery as social currency, while Lupu Pick’s Basil Hallward daubs scarlet guilt into the eyes of the canvas, each brushstroke a muffled scream. Midnight orgies unfurl in expressionist tableaux—bodies tessellate like shattered stained glass, champagne flutes overflow with absinthe that glows sea-blue under nitrate moonlight. As the picture festers, Dorian’s tailored silhouette remains untarnished, yet every spectator sees vultures circling beneath that alabaster skin. The film’s final image is a double exposure: the portrait, now a leprous requiem, dissolves into the smoke of a firing squad, suggesting history itself is the ultimate moralist.

Synopsis

A variation of the famous Oscar Wilde tale in which Dorian Gray's soul is manifested in a painting instead of his own body.