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In a gas-lit Paris where absinthe haze clings to cobblestones like guilty secrets, an aristocrat without a past glides through salons under the alias “Le Baron Mystère,” his face a porcelain mask of ennui, his gloves hiding stigmata that bleed when the moon wanes. Rumor swears he pawned his shadow to a Montmartre sorcerer for a deck of cards that foretell suicides; others insist he is the suicide, returned to pay old debts in nightly installments of other people’s shame. René Debray plays him like a violin restrung with human hair—every gesture a pizzicato of dread—while Henri Rollan’s police inspector, a man who measures virtue with a tailor’s tape, stalks the mirage of a name. Marthe Laroque is the cabaret siren whose throat holds the last pure note of pre-war innocence; when she sings, chandeliers frost over and lapdogs grow fangs. Into this danse macabre stumbles a provincial youth clutching a telegram that may be his death warrant or baptismal certificate—identity itself is the MacGuffin, passed from gloved hand to gloved hand until the final reel when the Baron tears off his mask and reveals the void beneath, a darkness so complete it reflects the audience back at itself. The plot corkscrews through opium cellars, abandoned puppet theatres, a train that arrives always at 3:33 a.m. carrying only missing luggage, and a masked ball where every guest wears the Baron’s face, forcing the viewer to play detective without fingerprints. By the time the Seine claims its customary bloated secret, the film has already pick-pocketed yours.
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