Irrende Seelen

Summary

In the gas-lit labyrinth of post-war Berlin, an exiled prince—fabled for his epileptic lucidity and christened The Idiot by a snickering aristocracy—drifts back across icy frontiers clutching nothing but a worn passport and a tattered icon of mercy. Prince Lev Myschkin’s eyes, pale as cracked porcelain, absorb the city’s sooty carnival: Expressionist shadows lick the facades, champagne flutes tremble like tuning forks for broken hearts, and dowagers in moth-nibbled sable trade gossip like currency. His innocence is a foreign coin; it rings hollow yet irresistible in this boudoir economy. Nastasja—part wounded doe, part sulphurous muse—once bartered her tarnished reputation for his promise of sanctuary; now she storms ballrooms in blood-silk, brandishing a cigarette holder like a rapier, daring the prince to honor the unspoken. Instead, Myschkin’s gaze slips to the pastel wisp of Aglaia, a blushing siren of conservatory corridors who still believes music can civilize barbarians. Each flirtatious chord he offers the girl becomes a scalpel, excising Nastasja’s last illusions. The film’s chiaroscuro palette bruises from candle-amber to absinthe-green while a fevered waltz accelerates: letters slide under locked doors, duels are whispered into existence, roulette wheels exhale silver dust, and a pearl-handled revolver waits in a velvet glove box. When the final reel fractures into a strobic montage—Myschkin’s seizure on a rain-slick balcony, Nastasja’s white silhouette dissolving into locomotive steam, Aglaia’s hymnal chords swallowed by organ-grinding doom—the audience is left holding the shards of a soul that believed goodness could be a dowry and finds it is instead an epitaph.

Synopsis

Drama about Prince Myschkin - known as The Idiot. His philandering ways makes him discard his lover Nastasja in favor of a younger girl.