Summary
Berlin’s gaslit nights bleed cobalt through Die blaue Laterne, a 1918 phantasmagoria where two sylphic siblings pirouette along the fault line between respectability and ravenous desire. Ellen, sylph-turned-banker’s spouse, glides into a drawing-room mausoleum of lace and hypocrisy; Sabine, jilted by a feckless lover, is suctioned into the subterranean glow of a smoky cabaret whose very name—The Blue Lantern—promises both illumination and perdition. Robert Wiene, still two years away from the angular madness of Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari, here orchestrates a chiaroscuro fever dream: the camera stalks corridors like a jealous ghost, mirrors fracture faces into cubist guilt, and the city itself exhales a gaslight sigh that smells of cheap beer and bruised gardenias. Each reel tightens the corset of social expectation until ribs snap; what emerges is not melodrama but a grim waltz of substitution—every pirouette onstage is a staving-off of hunger, every silk garter a tiny treaty with economic doom. The sisters’ paths converge only once, through a pane of frosted glass, their reflections overlapping into a single fractured muse: the respectable wife and the scandalous entertainer, indistinguishable when stripped of male endorsement. In the final sequence the lantern itself gutters, its blue flame flickering into blackout, leaving Sabine’s silhouette suspended between curtain and void—an unanswered question about who, beneath the sequins, gets to claim the narrative of a woman’s body.
Synopsis
The sisters Ellen and Sabine are dancers. Ellen marries a banker, Sabine is left by her lover. Sabine earns her living as an entertainment lady at the Blue Lantern.
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