(1924) Directed by: Robert Wiene; Written by Louis Nerz; Based on the novel Les Mains d’Orlac by Maurice Renard;
Starring: Conrad Veidt, Alexandra Sorina, Fritz Kortner, and Carmen Cartellieri;
Available on DVD
Rating: ***
“I feel like it comes from you, along the arms, until it
reaches the soul. Cold, terrible, relentless…” – Paul Orlac (Conrad Veidt)
Thanks to Crystal from In
the Good Old Day of Classic Hollywood for inviting me to participate in the
Silent Cinema Blogathon.
Since this is also Horror Month, I chose an appropriately macabre-themed story,
The Hands of Orlac.
Accepting the core premise of The Hands of Orlac requires taking a step out of the contemporary
mind-set. Although it’s now an approved medical practice, the concept of limb
transplantation probably seemed far-fetched, and a bit off-putting, to 1920s audiences.*
If viewers were willing to go along for the ride with such a fanciful notion,
it’s not too hard to imagine donor hands retaining the properties of their
former owner.
* Fun fact: The first successful hand transplant didn’t
occur until 1999.
Director Robert Wiene, who previously directed star Conrad
Veidt in the landmark film The Cabinet of
Dr. Caligari, takes the viewer on another mesmerizing trip. While it would
be easy to mistake this for another German film, Wiene shot The Hands of Orlac in Austria. It shares
some of the stylistic touches of its German contemporaries, but it belongs in a
category of its own. Expressionistic flourishes punctuate rather than dominate
the scenes. One of the most memorable visuals involves the smoldering wreckage
from a fiery train crash, resembling a hellish village of twisted metal. In
another scene, the main hall of Orlac’s father’s house (cared for by a cadaverous
butler) appears like a catacomb.
Veidt anchors the film as brooding concert pianist Paul
Orlac. After he loses his hands in a train accident, his anguished wife, Yvonne
(Alexandra Sorina), pleads with skilled surgeon, Dr. Serral (Hans Homma), to save
his hands (“His hands are his life.”). Serral replaces Orlac’s hands with those
of executed murderer, Vasseur. As Orlac learns about the unwitting donor, the
hands appear to take on a life of their own. In another (perhaps too literal) scene, the
specter of Vasseur hangs over him like a storm cloud. Repulsed by his new hands,
and strange impulses, he shuns physical contact with his wife (“These hands
will never be allowed to touch another person!”). The amputation of Orlac’s hands
signifies his castration anxiety, manifested in his (implied) absence of libido
and chaste marital relationship. The decidedly absurd premise becomes plausible,
thanks to Veidt’s commitment to the role. I wish I could extend the same praise
for Veidt’s co-star Sorina, but her histrionics are hard to take. She chews up
the scenery with her overacting, when a subtle approach would have been much
more effective.
The Hands of Orlac
incorporates horrific elements, but the film is better classified as a
psychological thriller with some science fiction elements (hand transplant)
thrown in. As Orlac’s sanity disintegrates, we’re left to speculate if he’s
truly capable of carrying on Vasseur’s murderous legacy. (Spoiler alert!) Thrown
into the mix is shadowy figure Nera (Fritz Kortner), who manipulates the other
characters like a master puppeteer, and pretends to be the resurrected Vasseur.
The climax devolves from a psycho-sexual, supernatural thriller into a whodunit
mystery with a prosaic blackmail plot.
Aside from some less than extraordinary plot twists, the
film suffers from a languid pace, and sacrifices character development in favor
of mood and atmosphere. Because so much of the film takes place in Orlac’s
tormented mind, it’s an inevitable byproduct that there’s a notable lack of
energy to many of the scenes. Over the years, however, The Hands of Orlac has proven to be an enduring template for other
interpretations of Maurice Renard’s original novel. The most notable example
was the devilishly fun Mad Love, a
rare remake that surpasses the original. In the 1935 remake, Dr. Gogol (Peter
Lorre) is the focal character (combining the characters of Dr. Serral and Nera),
with Colin Clive as pianist Stephen Orlac and Frances Drake as his wife Yvonne.
The idea of a body part rebelling against its owner was used to comic effect in
Sam Raimi’s amazing splatter comedy Evil
Dead 2, and Orlac’s basic premise
was recycled for the not-so-stellar 1991 thriller Body Parts, starring Jeff Fahey. While it might not be the
definitive film version, The Hands of
Orlac, one can’t deny its influence. It’s worth seeking out for its
powerful imagery and Veidt’s galvanizing performance.
Never heard of this film before. But I'm a fan of Dr. Caligari. The story reminds me of the novel by Boileau-Narcejac Choice Cuts of 1966.
ReplyDeleteExcellent review by the way and it highlights more Wiene's career.
Thank you! It's well worth seeing for its influence on other films, and Veidt is excellent as always, but the remake is superior.
ReplyDeleteI've had my eye on this film for a while and love the review, problem is it's difficult to find a copy.
ReplyDeleteAny ideas?
Thanks! It pops up on Netflix streaming from time to time. If Amazon doesn't have it, you might be able to find a new or used copy through eBay. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen this one, but I have read about it for years. Your essay makes me want to see it and compare it to Mad Love, which I watch every chance I get. Sorry it took me so long to comment. I had to rebuild my computer.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, Joe. Orlac never quite reaches the brilliance of Mad Love, but it's woth checking out.
DeleteConrad V. is amazing isn't he? Where did you see this, Barry? Netflix? I loved Conrad in Man Who Laughs. Great review, Barry! I hope to see this soon.
ReplyDeleteConrad Veidt is simply mesmerizing! I rented this from Netflix on DVD, but it seems to pop up on the streaming side from time to time. Thanks for the kind words!
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