Gaslight ghosts prowl every inch of The Tigress, yet the film feels perversely newborn each time the projector clatters to life. Shot through with arsenic-laced eroticism and stitched together by Aaron Hoffman’s razor-sharp intertitles, this 1919 one-reel marvel distills the entire decadent breath of fin-de-siècle Vi...
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" Gaslight ghosts prowl every inch of The Tigress, yet the film feels perversely newborn each time the projector clatters to life. Shot through with arsenic-laced eroticism and stitched together by Aaron Hoffman’s razor-sharp intertitles, this 1919 one-reel marvel distills the entire decadent breath of fin-de-siècle Vienna into nineteen electric minutes. Olga Petrova—dubbed the “Madonna of the Mordant Close-up”—commands the frame like a pagan priestess who’s traded incense for gunpowder. Forget..."
