Summary
In a chiaroscuro Vienna where gaslight drips like molten wax across cobblestones, a nameless banker—equal parts Mephistopheles and tired clerk—wagers that any mortal, properly groomed, can be peddled as Lucifer incarnate. He plucks a starving clerk from the Danube fog, installs him in a velvet-lined cabinet, and scripts a career of manufactured damnation: forged IOUs become Faustian pacts, a harmless typist is recast as the archetypal Fallen Woman, and a child’s lost toy is twisted into evidence of ritual sacrifice. Lucy Cotton’s Margot, a porcelain-pale war-widow, believes she is exposing the devil; instead she uncovers a hall of mirrors where every reflection wears her own face. Fredric March’s clerk-turned-antediluvian Satan howls not with evil but with the vertigo of being promoted to metaphysical royalty without consent. George Arliss, the banker-puppeteer, glides through ballrooms and bordellos with the hushed glee of a man who has proved that morality is simply bad bookkeeping. By the time the final reel unspools, the city itself stands trial: jurors are replaced by mannequins, evidence is auctioned to the highest bidder, and the gavel falls silent because Truth has been amortized over too many fiscal quarters. The film refuses the comfort of a last-minute redemption; instead it leaves us stranded inside a cathedral whose stained-glass saints have all been swapped for balance sheets.
Synopsis
Good has always defeated Bad, so can Truth be overcome by Evil?
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