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Siegfried and Kriemhild's Revenge are almost two entirely different films. It must have been disorienting for audiences of the day seeing them both on the same double-bill. Both films tell the legendary tale that was made famous through Richard Wagners Ring cycle. Siegfried is a film steeped in primal myth where Lang revels in fantastic images Siegfrieds confronting the dragon and bathing in its blood, his cloak of invisibility. However, by the time of Kriemhild's Revenge, Lang abandons the mythic past and the film could almost be taking place as an historical epic, while there is little to it that could be construed as fantastic. The plot follows much in the way of court intrigue, although under the subtitling (which gives different names to characters in different release versions) it becomes difficult to follow the various tensions and oaths made between characters. All the melodrama is ponderous and slightly slow and Lang certainly draws it right out. What strikes are Langs bold, visually arresting designs characters in winged helmets, the costumes and walls with stark triangle and diamond patterns. His films are almost architectural fantasies (indeed, Langs father was an architect). The land of Kriemhild is frozen and represented by an icy formalism, while by contrast the land of the Huns is one of torrid heat the Huns are sweaty and dirty, while Attila wears a hat that looks like the miniature representation of a Bangkok temple. Lurking in the background are the dwarfish Niebelungs in their amazing cavern networks with stairs that seem to climb at 45-degree angles. There is something fabulous to the visual majesty of it. Kriemhilds departure is a magnificent set-piece her confrontation with Hagen Tronje in a bare, snowy courtyard; her gathering a handful of soil from Siegfrieds place of burial to carry with her to her new land. Lang builds with an epic flourish to the climactic battle scenes where the Niebelungs allow themselves to be burned in the hall alongside Hagen Tronje as the harpist plays the death song, while outside Kriemhild ignores all entreaties and revels in their suffering with an intense glee.
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