I saw Fritz Lang’s Metropolis tonight on the rooftop of Curtin House in central city Melbourne. It was such an amazing experience, and the most perfect way to see a film about out of control urbanity, with grandiose frameworks of the city, of buildings and civilian masses. Above me was the dark, cloudy sky, and all around were the office buildings and apartments of my city, ranging in shape and height on the skyline. Out of the corner of my eye I could notice lights in individual windows turning off, some turning on, sometimes entire floors changing together. An entire building’s lights were on all evening despite being entirely empty. Two buildings which stood side by side, different shaped structures at their peak, would change their structures’ coloured lights every now and then. Planes would fly slowly above the city, lights flashing, a hint toward Lang’s dystopic vision, realised.
And the film itself was definately something. A vision of the madness of man and his reliance on machines, all too true.