A strangely enchanting film. A heartbroken mute girl tours as a dancer, where she receives an invitation from a count to be painted. The count is a hopeless painter and a creepazoid obsessed with death, decorating his shadowy rooms with replica skeletons. A haunting dream sequence foreshadows the grim ending to come.
Set largely in the sunlit outdoors amongst ferns, greenery and opulent balconies, it carries an elegant grace. The film is well cast, and the dance sequence performed about mid way though is remarkable. I can't imagine standing on my tip toes for ten seconds, yet alone two minutes - not to mention the grace in which its accomplished! It is worth watching for that sequence alone.
I can't say I really understand what the point of the creepiness is, but I guess you could say it is simply a tale of sad misfortune.
Set largely in the sunlit outdoors amongst ferns, greenery and opulent balconies, it carries an elegant grace. The film is well cast, and the dance sequence performed about mid way though is remarkable. I can't imagine standing on my tip toes for ten seconds, yet alone two minutes - not to mention the grace in which its accomplished! It is worth watching for that sequence alone.
I can't say I really understand what the point of the creepiness is, but I guess you could say it is simply a tale of sad misfortune.