Thursday, June 28, 2012

M (1931)

Can enough praise be heaped upon this? Firstly from the way the detectives meticulously pick over crime scenes (with notable the absence of fingerprinting or DNA) through to the hysteria and invasion of privacy in the name of "good" - the way it, not 'mirrors,' but still creepily echoes what still happens today - is mesmerising.

Then there's the way you see the crimes take place, then affect practically everyone but the killer. We hardly see him at all, let alone hear a word from him until almost the very end. The film is spectacularly put together, expertly done and very, very gripping.

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