I have to roam the streets endlessly, always sensing that someone’s following me. It’s me! I’m shadowing myself! Silently…but I still hear it! Yes, sometimes I feel like I’m tracking myself down. I want to run – run away from myself! But I can’t – I can’t escape from myself! I must take the path that it’s driving me down and run and run down endless streets! I want off! And with me run the ghosts of the mothers and the children. They never go away. They’re always there! Always! Always! Except…when I’m doing it…when I’m…
Then I don’t remember a thing.
Peter Lorre in M (Fritz Lang, 1931) which I saw tonight in a beautifully clean restored version. Stunning.
Hey Gothamists, Fritz Lang’s M is screening at the Film Forum on W Houston until the 28th. I went yesterday and it was splendid.
M, Fritz Lang, 1931.