Maharajah Conrad Veidt hires a German architect to design a beautiful tomb for his wife. She isn’t actually dead yet. The Maharajah only has one tiger pit, you see, and they need time to digest her boyfriend. Do you think a maharajah is made of tiger pits? The pace is stately but the scenery is first rate. Veidt electrifies.
Pola Negri is a the Countess. She got dumped right after getting a tattoo of the guy’s family crest. Off she goes to the Midwest to forget. Scandal! Makeup? Tattoos? Smoking? Next thing you know, women will want jobs too!
Cecil B. DeMille directs a movie about the Russian Revolution. It’s everything you could possibly hope for. That could be my entire review.