Mabuse
is introduced shuffling a deck of cards showing his various disguises. A
more accurate translation of the title would be “Dr. Mabuse the
Player,” for this protean villain is also an actor. “Who is Behind All
This?” an intertitle demands. Mabuse is both ubiquitous and unknown. In
his classic film history, “From Caligari to Hitler: A Psychological
History of the German Film,” the German critic Siegfried Kracauer
characterized Mabuse as “everywhere present but nowhere recognizable.”
(Or, as President Trump described Covid-19, “an invisible enemy” that
“came out of nowhere.”)
The
movie’s first chapter concerns an elaborate scheme, directed by Mabuse
from his study, whereby a secret “trade pact” is stolen from the
suitcase of a diplomat traveling by train. News of the theft, as well as
the document itself, is used to crash the commodity exchange, much to
Mabuse’s profit.
These
minions are in Mabuse’s thrall, despite the abuse they suffer at his
hands. The movie is steeped in individual as well as social pathology.
In addition to practicing hypnotic mind control, Mabuse inspires the
sort of unquestioning, zombielike obedience (known in German as
kadavergehorsam) that, a decade later, Hitler would demand from his SS
and indeed all Germans. Carozza, whom Mabuse uses as a honey-trap,
insists that he is “the greatest man alive” even after his erotic
interest has been piqued by a sultry thrill-seeking countess (Gertrude
Welcker).
It
has been suggested that as a conjurer of mental images, Mabuse was a
sort of alter ego for the domineering director. Lang spared no expense.
“Mabuse” was shot in a studio vast enough to accommodate city streets
and even neighborhoods. The swanky nightclubs are set pieces in
themselves. One sequence juxtaposes a spiritualist soiree in a luxurious
apartment with the opening of the Petit Casino, a cabaret promising
“all that pleases is allowed.” Mabuse operates in both places
simultaneously.
With
a dozen chapters, “Mabuse” lends itself to both incremental and binge
watching. Exerting its own form of mind control, it starts slowly and,
abetted by an edgy modernist score, builds in intensity to a mad climax.
The violent denouement anticipates by a decade the grand finale of
Howard Hawks’s “Scarface.” We have long since become inured to onscreen
mayhem, but original reviews suggest that early audiences were stunned
by the movie’s pace. “Speed, horrifying speed characterizes the film,”
one critic wrote. Applause broke out during a scene of cars racing
through the nocturnal streets of a studio-built Berlin.
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