Summary
A lantern-jawed lieutenant in epaulettes so crisp they could slice strudel arrives at a snow-bitten Carpathian outpost, only to be swarmed by pistol-wielding mountain bandits who whisk him to their vertiginous eyrie where gravity itself seems tipsy. Inside a timbered tavern that teeters over a gorge, he tumbles into a centrifuge of desires: the bandit queen—Pola Negri’s eyes twin black suns—drapes him in her father’s bearskin, while her lieutenants gamble away the moonlight and a tuba quartet rehearses a funeral march for a living man. The fort, in counterpoint, becomes a porcelain menagerie of gossiping soldiers’ wives who rehearse a ballet of jealousy with teacups and sabres; a telegraph wire hums Schubert while carrying rumors faster than sled dogs. Lubitsch stages the abduction as a puppeteer drunk on schnapps: iris shots blossom like paparazzi flashbulbs, title cards pirouette into operatic couplets, and the iris closes on a kiss that is simultaneously ransom and coronation. The lieutenant, stripped of uniform yet clad in absurd dignity, negotiates his own ransom by teaching the bandits the waltz—each three-step a tiny treaty—until the snowed-in stronghold resembles Versailles re-staged by anarchists. Meanwhile, back at the fort, the colonel’s wife rewrites military code into a libretto of adultery, her silhouette flickering on a whitewashed wall like a hand-shadow satyr. When spring avalanches uncover the lovers’ alpine hideaway, the farce combusts into a chase that ricochets through beer halls, bishoprics and bordellos, culminating in a courtroom where the lieutenant must defend his captor’s heart as Exhibit A. Prints once thought lost were stitched from nitrate shards found in a Transylvanian convent; the resulting reel crackles like champagne left on a tombstone.
Synopsis
A charismatic lieutenant newly assigned to a remote fort is captured by a group of mountain bandits, thus setting in motion a madcap farce that is Lubitsch at his most unrestrained.
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