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Silence, sandalwood, and the copper stink of blood—Frenkel’s Herod arrives like a shard of obsidian lodged in the eye of 1908 cinema, a single-reel fever that anticipates both Judith of Bethulia’s grandeur and the clammy psychosexual dread of Murnau’s Faust. Plot Unspooled Herod Antipas, puppet-king under Roman string...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
Theo Frenkel
Theo Frenkel
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" Silence, sandalwood, and the copper stink of blood—Frenkel’s Herod arrives like a shard of obsidian lodged in the eye of 1908 cinema, a single-reel fever that anticipates both Judith of Bethulia’s grandeur and the clammy psychosexual dread of Murnau’s Faust. Plot Unspooled Herod Antipas, puppet-king under Roman strings, lounges amid tessellated courtyards where incense coils around marble like opium smoke. Into this perfumed cage strides John—gaunt, thunder-voiced—denouncing the monarch’s inces..."
