Why so much hype?

Brilliant and touching

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

An excerpt taken from the Bible when Herod ruled the throne, this is a creep show with morally lacking characters. Herod lusts over his stepdaughter Salome and promises her the throne (over her mother, no less) if she will dance for him. Salome initially rejects the offer, desiring the imprisoned prophet John instead, but when John rejects her she has him killed. There is also a melodramatic subplot about a gay man who kills himself because Salome attempts to seduce John instead of him. The film doesn't tell us he's gay, but IMDb trivia says it was an all gay cast, and really, you could just tell. You might think the filmmakers did this to say something about Babylon at the time, but it was said to be done in honour of gay playwright Oscar Wilde. So clearly this is a film that is interested in concepts such as this, as opposed to the best methods of storytelling.So the characters are all fairly hideous, and so drawn out is the incredibly limited story, that it feels more like art posturing than entertainment (actually the staging reminds me of a tableau vivant - which is pretty much exactly that - art posturing). It is not a compliment to say the most memorable thing about it is the costume design - full of elaborate hats and wigs, a lipsticked Herod, a short dress designed solely to show off our heroines legs, some sort of white painted nipples for our apparently straight gay man, and bare chested black slaves forever in the background, waving umbrella like flowers gently over the Royals to fan them. Characters sway and open their arms wide and look to the sky and take an eternity to do anything, before our heroine finally dances for Herod. Herod looks like he's going to have a heart attack for excitement, yet in possibly the most embarrassing dance routine ever recorded, all it shows is that she is anything but a dancer! Can you believe they made this with a straight face?!IMDb trivia also tells us this film flopped at the box office. I don't always agree with the general public, but in this case they are far closer to the money than those out there dubbing it an 'art film classic'. Just because it has funky costumes does not mean it is a classic. To date I have not yet seen or read anything by Oscar Wilde that I liked, and Salome is no different. A film set in pre-Christ Babylon, I guess it should have been expected..

This is extremely faithful to the spirit and letter of Oscar Wilde's play (at least, judging by Ken Russell's 1988 interpretation of it in SALOME'S LAST DANCE). While I rated it higher than the latter, this is mainly because it is visually redolent of the Biblical spectacles of the Silent era (THE TEN COMMANDMENTS {1923}, BEN-HUR: A TALE OF THE Christ {1925} and THE KING OF KINGS {1927}, to name the more obvious examples), being a straight adaptation as opposed to a 'performance' – even so, while it may have readily jumped on the spectacle bandwagon, the result is unsurprisingly verbose for a non-Talkie and, in any case, its real raison d'etre was apparently as a paen to Wilde's transgressive lifestyle since it has been stated that the entire cast was homosexually-inclined (with several prancing courtiers and even minor female roles being filled by men)! The star is Alla Nazimova (billed only by her surname) who, at 42, appears in the title role – a character who was supposedly all of 14 years old! Though her real age is undeniably betrayed in close-ups, for the most part, her lanky figure supplies the requisite illusion of youth; to get back to its proximity to Wilde's text (and, by extension, Russell's rendition), Salome is made out to be something of a nymphomaniac, if not quite as gleefully wicked as Imogen Millais-Scott in the later version. For the record, of the remaining cast members, only Nigel De Brulier's name – in the part of a rather scantily-clad John The Baptist and actually referred to as Jokanaan(!) – was familiar to me, from a number of swashbuckling Douglas Fairbanks vehicles and even THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK (1939; as it happens, directed by the gay James Whale), with the woman playing Herodias being noted, if anything, for her disheveled hair-do (though, when the scene shifts to the terrace, it then appears inexplicably combed!).Again, the narrative of the two films are very similar: from The Baptist's wardens pleading with Salome (by the way, an accent is inconsistently placed throughout over the 'e') to leave the prophet alone, with the soldier (whom the girl blinds with false promises of affection) eventually committing suicide because, as he says, he "cannot endure it". Likewise, the latter's servant being jealous of his attentions for the Princess and, ditto, Herodias berating her husband for his incestuous leering over the girl (having already assassinated his own brother and usurped the throne in order to win the Queen's favors!). Perhaps the film's mainstay are the incongruously outlandish costumes (created by Natacha Rambova, noted wife of the even more famous Rudolph Valentino – the silver-screen's Latin Lover prototype whom Ken Russell would himself deal with in a 1977 biopic!), from Nazimova's bejeweled hair to the over-sized outfits of her ladies-in-waiting, which conveniently obscure Salome while she is changing into her dancing attire (though the film-makers seem to have forgotten all about the Seven Veils in this case)! For the record, Rambova (who is said to have been Nazimova's lover before she was Valentino's) also designed the sets and did the screen adaptation herself, the latter under the assumed name of Peter M. Winters! The climax is somewhat confused, though: first, we have a Nubian giant (who had stood guard by the castle walls all through the picture) being asked to behead The Baptist but, when he goes down to the pit where the prophet is incarcerated, the latter's Holy words apparently convert him. Yet, all of a sudden, we cut to Salome already with the proverbial silver platter (or "charger", as it is called here) in hand, albeit covered-up – however, it was only after she has put in on the floor and bowed down beside it, all the while pining for Jokanaan's red lips, that I realized the deed had already been done! Finally, after Herod gives out the order for Salome to be slain (and his spear-sporting minions dutifully oblige), the film simply ends on a long-shot of her corpse and Herodias looking upon it in horror (at least, Russell's theatrical framework lent the whole a better sense of closure and, if anything, given the propensity of the foreword here, one would have expected at least a matching coda!).

Who would have thought the Americans would do expressionism so well? This is so out there that it even gives From Morn to Midnight a run for it's money. But effect is completely turn around. Sure, the absurdity is still there, but German expressionism is usually bound in some form of horror, this is bound in a biblical drama. It's just so ridiculous and over the top that I couldn't help getting pierced to the screen. Everything is exaggerated, the guards are parading around with their chests blown up like roosters, horrendous wigs and the most feminine gestures. And our lead, Salome, acts equally absurd, and her mother looks like a John Waters character. This is simply camp at it's finest. Not sure how much was intended, most probably, if not all, but hell, I don't care. My favorite movie of 1923 this far! 9/10.

This film is the culmination of the silent era. Through the blending of mystical dance, conceptual art, and unprecedented design, Nazimova and Rambova take us all beyond the confines of any set time or place and into the murky, ever changing tides of creativity. There is simply an essence radiating from behind each scene or perhaps even filtering out through it. It's up to the viewer to give this energy it's own ideal. Few films attempt this type of transparent mysticism. One is left with the distinct impression that more than a classical tale is being told. I highly recommend this film as an addition to any collection. It's not your average black and white, but then again the distinction of difference is well-deserved.