The print of the film was scratchy and old, appropriately and wonderfully so. Nice cozy scratches, great hammy silent-film acting, old-timeish title card remarks about women's place in society. The music was wonderful, too, but in a fresh, clean, modern sort of way. Combining the two was sort of like watching the tidied-up es, with those sparkly new features glommed on to a slightly dingy antique. What would've brought them closer together? Maybe some older instruments (we nearly fell out of our seat when we saw a synth keyboard off in the wings and, for some reason, a bedpan), or for a slightly po-mo twist, a digitally degraded sound system with superimposed scratches and an intentionally muffled dynamic range.
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