
Karl Grune, 1923. A clerk looks out the window, puts on his hat, and walks into the night this kind of film likes to punish. He finds a woman, a gambling room, and a corpse he did not make. The city is both location and studio construction. This is Expressionism after the painted village: the glow is electric, and it is not friendly.
The clerk at the window, the shadows of the crowd moving across his ceiling, the hat: that first scene is the street film being born. Grune lets the city seduce, then presents the bill.